There hasn't been too much to report lately. I suppose that's a good thing. It means my life is sufficiently boring and normal. I've released the cats to the bedroom during the day and night. When I'm home they are permitted throughout the house. I received the second litterbox the other day. I set it up but no one seems to be interested. I assume that will change as time goes on.
When I came home today I saw that my sheets had been pulled back. They were dry, so I am hoping that it means they decided to try and get inside, and that they didn't pee. I really don't want them peeing on my bed.
Work was super slow today. I did get the chance to put together some squares for my Square-A-Month afghan. That made me feel like I made some progress. I finished the reknit of the green sweater yesterday and that is on the spare bed blocking. I hope to be able to put that back together before the end of the month.
I haven't run in a few days. I didn't feel well this morning. I felt like my head was in a fog. Fortunately an extra two hours of sleep made that go away. I feel very tired now, though. Drained. I think I'll try to hit the sack early. I have quite a few things on the agenda for my days off. First on the list (after a run, of course) is brunch with my friend Cherryl. I haven't seen her in a while. Her husband is out this weekend, so it'll just be the two of us. We're going to End of the Line. I called and supposedly I'll be OK for brunch. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I suppose I should focus on today and what it means to be an American. I remember where I was when I found out about the attacks, and I remember what my first thoughts were. I tried my hardest not to give in to the fear. The local ASCE chapter, of which I was President at the time, was hosting a luncheon the next day. I can't tell you how many calls I got asking if I was going to cancel. I remember thinking why would I do that? I felt that by canceling events I was giving in to the fear, and that was exactly what I shouldn't do.
I also find it funny that I heard about the events in an email from my husband who happened to be deployed on a ship at that time. Amazing.
I am proud to be an American. I remember there was a time in my life when I wanted to become a Panamanian citizen because I was awed by the experience I had there. Then I was caught in a difficult political situation and I realized how much better off I am as an American. We are by no means a perfect country, but we are the best that is. We can joke about how horrible our judicial system is, but it is the fairest in the world.
I am proud that my husband puts his life on the line every day without question in order to defend the freedoms we enjoy and that we believe are vital to a people. I am proud to be a part of his life and take care of everything on the homefront so that he may do his job without worry.
I will never forget the events of nine years ago. Nor will I be held hostage by fear. I believe Benjamin Franklin said "Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety." I could not agree more.
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