Whew.
The wind is whistling past the office windows, someone's computer keeps quietly repeating a two-second musical phrase from some Enya song (much to everyone else's annoyance), I have coffee, and today is beginning to feel like a normal day again.
As soon as we got past 10:30, the weight lifted. Until then, I had been thoroughly stuck in last year -- "I'm not even awake yet." "I am just turning on the TV." "The second tower just fell." But the litany in my head has stopped now. I have run out of time markers to remember. Distance is reasserting itself, and I am back in 2002 with everyone else.
I love you, New York City.