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Fri. Sept. 11, 2026: The 25th Anniversary of 9/11

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Friday, September 11, 2026

Waxing Moon

Pluto, Neptune, Saturn, Chiron, Uranus Retrograde

Partly cloudy and mild

And it’s Friday! It’s been a week of a lot of good busy, and also a good bit of challenge and stress.

Today is the 25th Anniversary of 9/11. It feels immediate and distant simultaneously.

If you get a chance, watch The Table of Silence Project, performed at the plaza at Lincoln Center. It’s beautiful. I will watch the replay when I return from this morning’s meeting.

I’ve written a lot about my experience of that time, so I’m not going to repeat myself today. But each year, the grief is still there. Sometimes it’s shaped a little differently, but it remains.

I resent that I am being denied the opportunity to grieve such an important anniversary with my chosen community because of capitalism. I shouldn’t be forced into a meeting to decide if I get to “keep” the basic human right of health care.

I feel like there’s so much I forgot to mention this past week, and there are other things on which I’m not commenting right now.

Thursday morning, I got out a bunch of thank you emails. I went to the library first (because I was late getting out the door, and they were open). I dropped off a big stack of books and only had a few to pick up. About the middle of next week, I will pause all holds until I’m in the residency. I don’t want anything in transit while I’m out of town. I made sure to thank all the staff members I saw in person for everything they’d done the day before.

Headed to the grocery store. I had not done the usual meal planning, so it was a case of restocking staples, meal planning on the fly, and doing some shopping for the apocalypse. Ran a couple of other errands, too.

Hauled everything back up the stairs. Started the unpacking from the festival detritus. Did some more prep for this morning’s meeting.

After the meeting in Pittsfield, I have to go down and untangle what CVS screwed up yet again after I went there and untangled it last time.

This systemic failure is intentional.

I lost far too much of my day with this, and was already cranky and tired. It was far too late in my biorhythm when I was able to start the ghostwriting.

But on a happier note, there is discussion of more programming growing out of yesterday’s event, and collaborations amongst the various authors. I love building on the momentum.

I want to re-read without deadline the panelists’ books and all their books, and also work my way down the list of the other authors who were at the event.

I was invited to submit a pitch to a publication for whom I’ve wanted to write for a good long time. I will have to think about it over the weekend and get it out on Monday.

The library cohort meeting has now moved to the 2nd Monday of the month. I look forward to spending time with everyone again on Monday night.

Once I got to the ghostwriting, I wasn’t very coherent. I’d stopped at a point of frustration, and being tired didn’t clear that frustration. I did get some solid work done, but not enough.

I will just have to work today until it is finished. Once I get back from the capitalistic hellscape.

The online cooking class with Jeremy Rock Smith was a lot of fun. There were 48 people at the class, and Charlotte was delighted. Two ZOOM calls in one day! She felt very important. I appreciate the way Jeremy enlarges his perspective as he learns new things, and he shares this with us, why he changed his mind about something and what he learned.

We learned how to make Greek tomato & feta fritters. I will have to try that one day.

It took me a bit of time to settle after, but I finally went to bed. Woke up once in the night, but got back to sleep fairly quickly, and got up a little after 5, at Tessa’s insistence.

Morning routine was fine. I have to get breakfast going, do the morning chores, and get out the door by 8:30. They want us to work while making it impossible for us to work by dragging us around to meetings during work hours. Again, the systemic failure is intentional.

When I get back, I have to work on the ghostwriting until it is done, and get it out the door today.

Tomorrow and Sunday, I plan to sleep a lot and read a little.

Have a great weekend, and we’ll catch up on the other side.

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