It never fails that the day I turn off the local news right after Lin leaves and then stop paying attention to my computer, that would be when something BIG happens a couple miles from my house. Apparently, Lin and I are the last humans in the USA to hear about the crazy buy setting his house on fire, hopping into a plane, and crashing it into the IRS building over on 183.

Interestingly, I know exactly what I was doing at the moment he flew the plane into the building. I was on the bed, playing with the cats. I heard something at just about the right time for it to have been the plane flying into a building, but it didn’t sound serious enough or close enough or even dangerous enough to warrant a second thought. It sort of sounded like the trains do late at night when they are doing whatever it is trains do on the tracks over there (adding cars or something – loud thumping, crashing sounds) or the sound of the dumpsters being emptied at the nearby shopping center. It’s entirely possible, if not highly likely, that the plane flew over my house, but so many planes fly over my house on a regular basis I don’t even notice them anymore.

I’ve got the TV news on in the background, and I guess I’ll go see what the hell is going on in my hometown today.