Out of Sorts

I spent most of yesterday with my parents, helping my mom with funeral arrangements, notifications, etc. She and Zach and I spent a couple of hours at the nursing home where my grandmother had been living, packing up her things. I think we were all on auto-pilot.

It was a weird day, not only for the obvious reasons but also because it was still Rosh Hashanah, and we would typically have been at services. It was hard to know what to do -- what was appropriate to do -- under the circumstances and on the holiday that we were suddenly not really observing.

Today, Zach and I supervised the movers who transferred my grandmother's furniture from the nursing home to a storage unit, and then I went to my last New Media class. There seemed to be no reason not to go, and I knew it would be a relief to have the class behind me. We finished our websites right in time for the server to go down, so there was nothing to do but go home early. This was a couple of hours after Mayor Bloomberg held a press conference to announce a specific terrorist threat against the NYC subway system. It was such a surreal day already that I don't think the news really fazed me. Still, at Zach's and my mom's behest, I took a cab home from school. (That's $32 with tip, for those who don't have a sense of the distance between Columbia's Morningside Heights campus and our home in Brooklyn.)

I was determined to finish the reading for tomorrow's Law class but fell asleep in the attempt. I am losing count of all the things I am behind on at this point.