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In our bedroom after the war.
Jun. 27th, 2010 11:17 pmHome, as of about an hour ago, despite tornado warnings, torrential rain, and one serious weather-enforced stop in Kitchener. Nothing's broken in the two blocks between the subway and home. Things were really, really quiet. I don't know how things are looking by the office, which was pretty much ground zero, but which knew it was going to be ground zero.
We'll see how things look tomorrow. I have some errands to run down on Queen Street.
Before I go run myself a bath and pour a glass of wine and try to wash two days of constant adrenaline out of my mouth, just to put this out there: This is really upsetting to me. It ranks high on the list of things that could happen in the world that would upset and frighten and hurt me. I get that to some people it's a hypothetical, that it's something that happens far away, that it's just things or it's a brick in a political platform, and I get that some people have different coping mechanisms.
To me it's very real, and for a variety of reasons, it's intensely personal. Intensely.
I'm asking everyone to please be considerate of that. I'm feeling severely wounded and vulnerable here, and it makes me snappish. Until things have settled some, until I at least know that the people and things I care about are where I left them, until I've had a chance to go down to the river or something, being considerate in this space would be appreciated.
We'll see how things look tomorrow. I have some errands to run down on Queen Street.
Before I go run myself a bath and pour a glass of wine and try to wash two days of constant adrenaline out of my mouth, just to put this out there: This is really upsetting to me. It ranks high on the list of things that could happen in the world that would upset and frighten and hurt me. I get that to some people it's a hypothetical, that it's something that happens far away, that it's just things or it's a brick in a political platform, and I get that some people have different coping mechanisms.
To me it's very real, and for a variety of reasons, it's intensely personal. Intensely.
I'm asking everyone to please be considerate of that. I'm feeling severely wounded and vulnerable here, and it makes me snappish. Until things have settled some, until I at least know that the people and things I care about are where I left them, until I've had a chance to go down to the river or something, being considerate in this space would be appreciated.
