I don’t think about 9.11 like I did a few months ago, as I’m sure a lot of other people don’t. But after it happened, I became what I can only call “spooked.” If the sky darkened, that WWIII feeling came back, like I had on 9.11.01 when I lost my news chanels and the machine at the cable company said that, due to the problems in NYC (We live an hour and a 1/2 away.) the signal had been lost. I was sure NYC was gone.

One day, not long after it happened, we happpened to have an eerie, dark sky, and I heard a motor outside. Going to the door, I found all the leaves from our fairly wide driveway were completely gone. Where’d all the leaves go? Then I made the connection between the sound of the motor and our nice neighbors, so I shared with them from my next batch of cookies.

It didn’t stop there. Several times, when Brad was on one floor and I was on another, I distinctly heard him say something to me. It was never very much, but it always sounded like he was there in the room with me.

Thankfully, I’m not spooked anymore. The only bad feeling I have is that if I’m getting more relaxed, is the rest of the country?