I was thinking this morning that things here are starting to feel a little more normal. I don't feel constantly anxious. I'm still kind of freaked out, but not losing my shit.
Then my sister Anne sent me an email that said there was a really horrible smell coming from 'ground zero,' and she could smell it from her apartment (e. 10th between 1st and A).
"This morning in my neighborhood there was a horrible horrible smell coming from Ground Zero, as the press calls the disaster site. I guess the fires are still
burning there. I’ve heard about them wanting to save the PATH trains, and Virginia thought part of the smell is all the machines they are using in order to drill
through the big pieces of steel, to remove them. Whatever it was, it was horrible."

Then I felt really isolated from the whole thing, as I did when I read this excellent post about
Frank DeMartini from lauraholder not com's post from the 25th.
(via nil by mouth)

THEN at lunchtime I was standing outside talking to someone about all of this, and how I feel like maybe everything's going to be okay, when a huge green military helicopter flew overhead and drowned out what I was saying.
and then I got scared again.