
After yesterdays chemo therapy I feel like I have been run over by a truck. My mind is so empty and somehow I really can't seem to focus on things, I still have to write a little ficlet for a challenge on the Luke and Mara List but somehow I can't make hand or foot out of my ramblings and notes. *lol* Well at least I have retained my humour ;-)
I got a very nice and touching email today from a friend of the RRDG-L - she is German and she gave me some strength to get over the recent terrorist attacks.
I still feel numb and the work and telephone calls I had to do to actually make sure that a friend of mine was at the WTC drained me. But I have to keep going, no use to let myself being submitted to trerror and fear. Of course, I'm afraid, no one in his or her right mind wouldn't fear the terror and emminent war, but those people who are all behind that horrible scheming of flying three planes into well known and inhabitated buildings have to be hunted down - seek and destroy, that is the motto.
Connor is on his way home, meaning that he is on his way to the Gulf. It always amazes me that we have established such a close rapport with each other but then again we are so much alike that we are like siblings, well we could be really ... his and my greatgrandmothers were twins so we share the same blood in more than just relations by family. Anyway, he is on his way to the Gulf, and I think he is itching to get his hands on one or two of the Taliban as well. The RAF will be in the rear though and I think they won't take a more active role until well into the conflict. Fly high and safe return, Con Man.
Also Lisa and her husband, both Marines, are somewhere on a need to know only basis. Wherever you are safe return and Semper Fi.