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I had planned to spend some time online last night, plotting and writing. But shortly after Gene left to see a friend, the power went out. When it did come back on, I couldn't get the DVD player to work or the cable modem. So I read a few chapters in the shower, and fell into uneasy sleep.

For the past couple of hours, it's been sheeting down, silvery grey water blanking out the rest of the world. The moat has risen.

It was in my dreams, the rain. Of Brno, of classes, of exhaustion. Laying in a swaying rope hammock in the back of a military transport truck. Watching the flag overhead jerk and ripple in the wind. Crossing a river in my sandals.

where will we be?

I've been thinking a lot about September, about last year. It's hard to escape, with the pictures on every magazine, every newspaper in the rack in the grocery, the commercials for massive media replay building up, the banner ads on Yahoo, all of it.

There was a brilliant post recently on LJ, calling for September 11th to be "Enough Day." I tried not to cry while reading it aloud, because it's brilliant and impassioned and terribly true.

I'm wondering what I will do on Wednesday. I don't know. I think perhaps I will stay down around campus, and Metro, for the whole day. Anywhere that I won't turn around and see those videos played over and over and over. Because, honestly, I don't ever want to watch that again.