For my coverage and personal involvement, I have received so many compliments today; compliments on my writing; on me as a person... they all mean so much.
Everyone is safe, so far. So many friends and relatives downtown... I hear they all made it out of the tower, at least, and are presumed safe.
So maybe, I can finally sleep.
No more prophetic dreams, I hope. Unless they involve candy and Nemos and dinner parties with #tmbg'ers like Brak and Zeit and Enna and Baka and Lorrrrrrrry Elllllie.
Those kind of dreams are... well... the stuff that dreams are made of.