Saturday, September 11, 2004

I never work on September 11.

On September 11, 2000, I started working at a new job. My darling, pregnant, slipped on the stairs, and I rushed home to ensure her safety.

On September 11, 2001, I got up to let the dogs out. As I waited for them to relieve themselves, I had a look at the net. Slashdot had this story on the front page. A friend called us and insisted we turn on the TV, but she wouldn't say why.

On September 11, 2002, the company took a day off, in rememberance.

On September 11, 2003, I actually was at work, as far as I can tell. When I started writing this, though, I thought I wasn't. Insert own Texas National Guard joke here.

In 2004, September 11 is a Saturday. In 2005, it's a Sunday.
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