Love these Saturday mornings. It's quiet -- just the sound of traffic outside my window. I need to get going -- services, lunch with a friend to celebrate her birthday. But it's soooo nice staying inside, especially when it's 15 degrees out. Once I'm dressed in all of my layers it will be okay, but for now I'm loving being indoors and not having to rush around.
I am still rejoicing in the miracle of USAir flight 1549. I first heard the plane "had crashed" from one of my colleagues, and all I could think of was how cold it was and started to cry. We're about two miles from the place in the Hudson where the plane came down and it felt very near to me. I went back to my office and just kept praying, and by the time I was ready to leave on Thursday, the news was that everyone on the plane had been rescued.