and finally, tears.

The first tears came when I heard Marc's harrowing tale of returning to the Bronx Tuesday afternoon, when it dawned on me that despite several close calls, everyone I know is miraculously safe and accounted for. And the latest, when I saw this, from bwg.

I'm stuck in Milwaukee, though luckily with family, and I don't know for how long I'll be here. I feel like I might as well be on another planet. TV coverage is like watching a movie, and I'm so tired of Peter Jennings. I've managed to worry myself sick. I want to be in New York; I want to be home.

Please, everyone, stay safe and stay sane.