Today

Today, I miss Mouse. I miss John more than words can say. I still mourn all those people on those planes, in those buildings. I've managed to avoid feeling sad the last week or so leading up to this, despite getting sucked into watching one TV show about some people in the North Tower. Today, however, I'm already in tears.

I have no plans to commemorate the day. No memorials to attend, no taking time off, no burrowing under the covers. Almost wishing I had made some plans, but really, I very much want to have this become like any other day, one where I get work done, eat, exercise. Eat.

Maybe I'll try to have dinner with a friend, so I'm not alone the whole day. Just hearing a plane go overhead a few minutes ago, after changing the date on the Google doc I use ... I feel awful. This will pass, I'll recover. Just for now, I'm mourning.