not much to say

It’s strange how I’ll often think of something – a story, anecdote, whatever – that would make a good blog entry, and I think to myself that I’ll write it down the next day. Then, the next day, something like this happens, and all the clever funny stuff just flies right out of my head. Or at the very least, it seems totally irrelevant now. The first thing I did when I heard about the London attacks this morning was call Dave to check to see if he knows people there. He does, but he’s pretty sure none of them work downtown, so all of his friends and relatives should be safe. Thank God for that, but still. It’s absolutely horrible, I can’t imagine what it’s like over there right now.

A co-worker of mine mentioned that sometime in the next week or two, I should check to see if airline prices plummet, since we were going to fly through Heathrow for our honeymoon this fall. Um, yeah. Because when dozens of people die horribly, the first thing I think about is how I can angle it into a way to save myself a couple of hundred bucks on a plane ticket. God.

In other news that somewhat relates to current events, I’ve been sort of moody for the past few days. Nothing major, just typical girl stuff. But when I told Dave that Tropical Storm Cindy had hit, his response was along the lines of, “I’ll say it has.” Ha.

One thought on “not much to say

  1. Yeah, on Sept. 13, 2001, I sort of lost my temper because some photogs were sitting around the darkroom making Pulitizer predictions as they looked at images coming across the wire services. Not a time to think about contests.

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