11:06pm CST
F.Y.I.
They’re telling people who are in NY to check in here to be added to the list of people who are o.k., so that their friends and relatives are aware.
10:39pm CST
My local news station just received word that calls are being made from cell phones to 911, from supposed survivors buried among what remains of New York’s World Trade Center. That is all I know.
9:52pm CST
The latest number of casualties is in, as was just provided from a reporter coming live from Washington D.C. They figure about 850 people from inside the Pentagon headquarters have been killed or injured. The numbers from New York are yet to be determined, although there are those . Read more for the latest.
6:55pm CST
Tonight I’m thinking of 3 people, all of whom are somewhere in New York City, NY. My girl friend Cheir, who lives in Brooklyn, and I hope to God was nowhere near Manhattan today, my friend Krystyn, whom I did get in touch with, and I’m glad is okay 
and is very homesick right now (her family is in Sacramento, CA), and a couple others, John and Phyl, I’m thinking of you guys…hope you are o.k.
3:33pm CST
Today as I’m pouring my 2nd cup of coffee, I notice a large wasp outside my open window screen, flitting about.
I curse under my breath, because I can’t close the storm window, and I know that if I don’t, it will surely get through and into my apartment. So I just close the inside window and figure if it does get in between the screen and the glass, it will just be trapped there, and die.
I’m terrified of getting stung. These wasps, otherwise known as yellowjackets, can not only sting but do it a few times if aggrivated. I finish stirring creamer into my coffee and turn to leave the kitchen. As an afterthought, I draw the blinds down so as to confuse the damned wasp into thinking there’s nothing there, beyond the window. I go back to my computer and continue my online job search for a couple of hours.
Awhile later, I get up to bring my cup to the kitchen sink. I enter the kitchen and right away I can hear the faint buzzing. As I’m nearing the counter under the window, I can see its shadow on one of the blinds and I’m thinking it’s on the glass, outside.
Nope. It got in! How the hell…? I don’t know and I don’t care.
I leave the kitchen to go to the bedroom and grab a shoe. I go back to the kitchen and it’s crawling on my wall, above the window and crawling downward, closer to where I’m standing.
I grip the shoe tighter in my hand, readying myself to aim and swat it, and I can’t do it. I just can’t. I don’t have the guts. I don’t have what it takes. Obviously the people who hijacked and then crashed two American Airlines jets into the World Trade Center this morning, have what it takes. And then some. Ten times more, even. I’m sorry, but I just don’t.