I don't want to go.
I've enjoyed the past week of relaxation, and am not eager to return to a state of siege. Bomb threats. Anthrax reports. It's distressing, it's distracting, it's damned depressing. In lower Manhattan, you can still smell the burning. People on the subway are shadowed, somehow....walking wounded, still in shock over the brutal killings of the 11th. People on the streets look at newsvans with trepidation. We handle our mail carefully, and avoid post offices.
But it's my home....and it's time to go home.