sleepless eve

Today was so much worse than I could have ever imagined. The nerves and stress started to build yesterday when I was asked to move my meeting for today at work to another conference room and realized that the rooms all over campus were reserved all day for what they called a “Special Project.”

I cried in bed last night from fear and uncertainty for Christian and myself. I cried for those people who would ultimately get hit, some of whom I was sure to know one way or another. I cried this morning in front of the computer as people were being called away. I spent the entire day with my stomach in knots, even after knowing that we were safe this time around because I couldn’t stop thinking about those who had headed home.

I still feel sick inside. I wonder how long it takes for the feeling to go away.

And no, I never folded the laundry.