My thoughts and prayers are with everyone today who lost someone in the attacks two years ago, everyone who saw the attacks happen, everyone with a relative in the military, and just everyone in general who is affected by this anniversary.

I find myself remembering where I was two years ago. I don't want to think about it, necessarily, because the old feelings of fear and hopelessness start coming up, but I can't help it. At least the weather here today is very different than it was two years ago - then, it was an almost-perfect fall day, warm, with sun and a few clouds blowing across the blue sky. Today it is overcast and threatening to rain heavily.

I've tried to avoid as much of the anniversary coverage as I can, but it's hard. (I know, that sounds sort of cold, but for me, a lot of my mental health about big events is related to my not dwelling on them).

Anyway. I'll be observing the moment of silence at 7:46 am (8:46 Eastern), just a few moments from now. I'll say a prayer, I'll try to move forward.

Part of my feeling of general malaise is that I've not had much knitting time this week, not much time to myself at all.