And no wonder! Consider the following items eaten within a twenty four hour period: It will be shocking, no doubt to all you delicate, picky eaters!

Before work:
I started out healthy: slab of salmon, peas and carrots, cranberry juice

But once I got to work:
large bag of peanut M&M's, TWO glazed donuts, sausage sandwich, bowl of peas and carrots, one half a can of ginger ale, mug of fruit punch Gatorade

When I got home from work:
Two large pancakes with butter and syrup, glass of juice

A nap, then the three of us go shopping:
(Boston Market fare) - 1/4 chicken dark, three sides with macaroni and cheese, creamed spinach and rice pilaf, bottle of water

Later in the day:
the roll I didn't eat at the restaurant, two mugs of cranberry juice mixed with 7-up, bottle of water

       
'Healthy portions', 'Good sized portions', 'Gluttonous portions', and 'TOTAL PIG portions'

I entered the house to find the TV on, with this amazing scene of a huge tower, tiny check grids, each a large window, appearing tiny only with distance, with two huge fires spewing billowing smoke from them. The first unofficial reports are one thousand dead. Could they have underestimated? As I sat on the sofa, with Laura and Julia, eating my cold pancake, I burst into tears at the horror of it. I can imagine no terrorist cause so great that the loss of all those lives would justify it. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I type this.

The unabomber's stunt did not take anywhere near this many people. They are evacuating the White House as a precaution, and the Pentagon, as well. All the airports have been shut down. A similarly tall building, the Sears Tower in Chicago, which I once was in, viewing the lights of the entire city from the top floor, has also been evacuated. The tears just keep coming.

It is just awful. In the face of this trajedy, I still have a pleasant thing from yesterday to relate. Laura's been feeling under the weather, with a cold, and our Kentucky friend Danice, who may someday become an Arizonan, sent Laura a lovely bouquet. It made Laura cry happy tears.

That's the only kind of tears we should have to cry, HAPPY tears.

May they soon catch those reprehensible people responsible for this destruction and carnage.

Meanwhile, some pretty flower pictures to soothe your weepy eyes.

the whole bouquet, should have had the big purple bow showing, as well

the 'artistic' closeup . . .

The radio was sent to a country station. Every hour they played a different version of the Star Spangled Banner, and periodically ''I'm proud to be an American, where at least I'm free, I won't forget the men who died to give that right to me . . .'' and ''If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything''. War rumbles, I tell you, war rumbles.

An extra high pile of Arizona Republic newspapers sat in the rack. The headline was in HUGE bold letters TERROR, and the local paper had, in normal size letters, Unprecedented Attack. Usa Today even proclaimed Act Of War. All those papers sold out before my shift was done. Some customers bought two.

The young people looked the most scared. The young teenage boys, the very most. One mother came in, and said she was all of a fret for her son wanted to sign up for the army. But what of those who don't want to go to war? Will there be a draft again?

And on the TV this evening, 12 million square miles of office space no longer available in Manhattan, where will these businesses find new space? Yeah, practical concerns, indeed.

Still, most ominous, those war rumbles. Perhaps it cannot be avoided.