I had been out of grad school for a couple of years, but I was still keeping grad school hours. Having stayed up very late the night before and not having to teach that day, I was exhausted and intent on sleeping in. So when my wife tried to wake me before leaving for work, I barely registered what she was telling me. World Trade Center? Airplanes? What the hell is she talking about? Doesn’t she know I’m not going to get anything done today if I don’t get some rest? I rolled over, weariness, irritation, and confusion drowning curiosity, and fell back asleep.
Some time later I woke up again. The edge had been taken off exhaustion and curiosity took control. As I lay there rubbing the sleep from my eyes I tried to remember. What was it that she had said? Something weird. I got up and turned on the TV.