Well - I was lying in bed with my cat thinking about 9/11. Every where I turn it seems as though everyone is remembering 9/11. What gets me is that most of the country didn't know a single soul who lost their lives on 9/11. I cannot say that. I grew-up in Stamford, CT - an hour train ride to Grand Central Station, NYC. I had childhood friends and family of friends who died a horrid death. I am feeling rather morose tonight thinking of the people who died. Every time I see the image of the towers collapsing, all that goes through my head are that people are dying and I am watching it on TV. Somehow, that seems very sick to me. I just can't seem to get my head around the death of these people. It seems to be me that I should be approaching my 20th year high school reunion with anticipation - instead I am dreading it.