Eric and I had been settling down to try to sleep at about 9:00, which is very early, but we were exhausted. The phone rang, and we missed the call. I looked at the caller ID, and discovered that it had been my boss, Linda. Upon checking my voice mail, I learned that much of the southern half of DC will be inaccesible tomorrow, so we can't park in our garage. Also, there is a slight chance that the building will be shut down all together by the Secret Service. I am to call the main number for the Institute tomorrow to find out.
Jebus. I am actually dreading the possiblility that I won't be able to go to work tomorrow. After listening to voice mail, I couldn't sleep, because the ongoing disruption in my routine is seriously getting to me. How long with this go on? Just when we were starting to normalize a tiny bit, it's worse again.
So I go up to the livingroom to try to watch some TV, and right before my eyes, the Pentagon starts to smolder. Again.