either there is something that i do not want to know, or the death of a family member whom had somehow already been dead for many years, leaves me perturbed. indeed very perturbed, it left me.
the day would not be over until other bad news had arrived. but then to say that something is bad news, is to make a judgment about the news. more accurate would be to say that some facts got my attention, and that this awareness did not leave me feeling any comfort or peace.
wednesday concluded on a good note, with dinner with a dear friend of mine. i walked home from her house through the city in this rather cool summer night, and i was happy that i could do that and just concentrate on my walking, just feeling my feet hit the floor.
this morning it was my cousin that on IM tells me something about seeing what has happened in london; then i quickly pulled up my shrook, and saw the blogs and rss news feeds just explode with the news of the explosions. eventually i got to the bbc and the guardian sites. i wish i had been there, and it is not the first time that i wish i had been dead. by the time i tried to reach one of my cousins in london, the mobile networks had gone out, or were switched to emergency communications only. there was nothing that i could do other than wait for my cousins to give some signs of life.
ah... that i am not much into a blogging mood these days. there is much to tell, but i am a story writer, not a news reporter
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