I was going to start a new thread, but I think I’d rather just commune with y’all here. What I need to get out of my system goes just fine here, I think.
First off, I am thinking about all my UK Dope friends. I wish everyone in the country was allright, but since that’s shot to hell, I’ll settle for hoping that my friends here are ok and don’t have any family that’s in trouble, hurt, or worse. I have cried this morning, and you were a part of that.
I was supposed to be there. My Goddaughter, (well, not really Goddaughter in the Catholic religious having had a ceremony about it way, but in the my dead best friend to whom I promised I would be the “B” team should something happen to her way) got a trip to Europe for graduation and we’ve been planning it for over a year. I was supposed to be the two of us, but my work got in the way and I had to drop out. Another friend of ours took up the reins and they left last week.
I had not seen or heard any news on my way into work today. I had satellite music in the car on the way to the train station, and a movie the whole way in. I was completely clueless about the world. My husband called me just before the train pulled into Union Station and he says to me, (very matter of factly,) “Say! Did’ja hear about the bombings in London??” He didn’t know what the itinerary was. He had no clue that my girl was supposed to be leaving London today by rail for Amsterdam.
I hate that kind of panic.
We couldn’t find her.
But it turned out ok. She’s fine. It seems that they hated the place they were staying in London, so they got up extra early to get out of there and got off the train 20 minutes before the bombs went off. She finally found some random office where someone was kind enough to let her get an email out.
I’ve puked, and I still don’t feel better. I wish I could calm down. If I wasn’t at work, I’d make somebody hug me. Everything is fine, so I should be able to relax, right?! RIGHT?!