While everyone around me is getting back to their normal routine, I'm having trouble letting go. It's a week and two days after someone hit my beloved City with a brilliantly-calculated, diabolical maneuver that irrevocably split my timeline into before 9/11/01 and after. I'm generally fairly strong, as people go, but this is a tough one. Of course we'll all go on with our lives. But just at this moment, I haven't the slightest idea when I'll stop grieving. My prayers are for the innocent lives -- last Tuesday's and those of the coming war. May there be peace on Earth.