Cold pizza

Well maybe that was long enough, my break from blogging.  If not, we'll see.

It's 9/11 and I'm remembering what I was doing that day.  I was working in the Mathematics Department at Cornell University, where I was the administrative manager.  One of the staff came into my office to tell me what was happening.  I got up and went into the main office space where a radio was on. We were all listening with wide eyes, wondering if this was the end of the world.  We were a lovely team of co-workers.  I'm glad I experienced that historic event with those particular women.  

Today I woke up wishing I had some cold, leftover pizza for breakfast.  

Last night I had an epic dream, long and involved.  I experienced many people from my past, both friends and enemies.  I made up with one enemy after I bashed her in the shoulder with a table fan.  It was an accident, I'm almost sure of it.  We became friends while we waited for the ambulance.  She apologized for tormenting me, and I apologized for hating her.  Now that I'm awake, I wonder what that was all about?