10th September 2002

I didn’t really think that I had much to say in my journal this week but I guess I do.

The saddest news is that our cat Bailey is no longer with us. Where he is I have no idea. He went out as usual last Thursday evening and just hasn’t been seen or heard of since. I think that it was inevitable given his lust for exploring and not showing any common sense at all. That and my parents let him wander around anywhere he liked until late at night. There really is nothing I can do for him, the silly cat.

This time last year I was on a Boeing 767 heading for Baltimore to see Erin for the very first time. Less than twenty four hours later, the trade center attacks had taken place and I was waking up in a Pennsylvanian Hospital. Waking up also to learn that the towers had fallen and that all air travel had been suspended. If I was traveling on the same flight just a day later then I would have had an epileptic attack alone somewhere in Canada. And stuck in Canada. I am very thankful that I didn’t have to live that nightmare and that I found Erin. Not just that day, but for always.

It may sound like a strange thing to say, especially as I am still occasionally writing the date with the year of 2001, but those scary days seem so long ago. It seems like forever since I was first in Pennsylvania, first with Erin, first seeing those horrific images in New York City.

Even though there are times when I have doubted it there has been someone looking over me from above. Someone who doesn’t like me having computers it would seem. Hopefully the latest batch of stuff will arrive today to replace the last misbehaving lot. Otherwise queue the temper, the depression, broken bits of computer kit etc.

Thankfully I have discovered BOFH to get me through the week. I fear the day when I have no more of the archive to read. And on that note I wish you a good week.