It is September 11, 2015.
I’m watching MSNBC special programming of the Today Show “as it happened” fourteen years ago.
Ed’s at Sam’s Club. I’m alone in the bedroom, in bed propped up by pillows. I had hoped to take this day off for a time of reflection, but alas, I am sick.
By 11:25 a.m. in 2001, both towers were down, United 93 had crashed in Shanksville, and the side of the Pentagon had collapsed. We, as a country, were trying to get our emotions and minds around what had just occurred.
Today at 11:25, I reflect on how it hardly seems like this was fourteen years ago; it seems like yesterday. Just as it is hard to believe I’m no longer 44 but 58.
It’s cooler today. Rain expected later. Ed will be traveling to Elyria for a rainy football game against Mogadore.
As I watch television, with my legs covered by covers, the cool air from the window and the ceiling fan soothe me.
I am grateful Caleb was able to come home from the hospital yesterday and today at 11:25 am he is at home where he belongs.
I can’t help but wonder about my one patient ready for discharge today and how it is going. I can never walk away and not feel an ongoing sense of responsibility. Hoping it all goes well.
Feeling drowsy from this upper respiratory infection and will probably snuggle down at 12 noon and take a nap. It feels the best the few minutes before falling asleep.
God bless America, again.