delara, interrupted

I am so tired right now. (I know, "stop whining.") And it's still the middle of the day! And it's only Monday! Ack! But with the way some of my weekends go, the time-space continuum gets totally messed up for me. So, for all I know, today is July 27, 1989 and it's 3am and I'm tired. All because I had an all-day meeting on Saturday. In Washington DC. The travel wears me out. But the meeting was AMAZING! Yay!

Do you know that their license plates proudly say "Taxation Without Representation" because they don't really get any representation in Congress? All those American Government classes did me a lot of good apparently.

So this was interesting though. I was on my way to the airport this morning and passed by the Pentagon. I hadn't realized it's so out in the open - somehow I thought it was tucked away where no one could really see it. Security and all that. But there it is, plain as day and just off the highway. Anyway, as I drove by it, I had the strangest sadness that came over me. It's hard to describe what one feels in a fleeting moment, but it was like a wave of sorrow - like a resonance or an echo of feelings for what had happened there. An aftershock, like I took on what others must have felt. And it wasn't so much that I even saw anything that reminded me or triggered something. It was just being there, in the space of that energy. If that makes sense. It was pretty deep. There are indeed those moments for me.