I resolved not to watch anything on TV with “9/11” in the title. That left me with very few options, which was fine with me. I played with Max, cleaned up, waited for Jen to get home, and played some Jak and Daxter (beat the big robot at the end… now I have to go get 100 stupid power cells). I feel hungover almost, kind of like September 12th of last year. I’m sure that eventually, whatever it is I felt yesterday, and what I’m recovering from today, will fade away like Pearl Harbor did for my grandparents.
I don’t have anything funny or important to say right now, just that it’s the day after the year after, and we’re all still here. One year down, who knows how many to go. We made it, and life goes on, and that’s enough for this morning.
