One might argue that Bush's presidency caused that first attack. But the fact that no other attacks happened does not necessarily denote that Bush prevented a random number of attacks. My article addressed the concept of that, exploring what other outrageous disasters Bush protected us from, simply because they did not happen.
At the time of this writing, the Open Salon home page shows that my article has been the most read in the last 12 hours, as well as the highest rated. It is also an Editor's Pick, and that's not going away. People have been commented all day long and I've had great fun in writing back to them. This is a good moment for me as a writer.
But I had a bad night last night. I had a good day at work, though my boss kept referring to me as a "contractor," when I thought I'd been hired as a regular employee. At no point in the interview or application process had anyone suggested I would be a contractor. That would explain the surprisingly large paycheck, if I'm paying my own taxes, social security, and insurance. But still, oh well, so I become my own business. So I am a self-run company and I contract myself out to other businesses. Is that so bad?
Then I wanted to go home and work out. I've been excited about how reliably I've been sticking to my workout plan, how much weight I've been losing. Instead of that, however, I went out shopping with Rebecca. We had fun doing it, we went to World Market (which is going out of business, much to my disappointment), and we went to Target. At Target I looked at exciting new clothes, tried them on, and realized that I am too old and too out of shape for them to look good on me. The clothes themselves fought me as I pulled them on. If the shirt and vest had possessed fists, they would have pummeled me into submission. They would have rained blows upon my body.
Then we went home and I tried to get ready to work out. The cats kept running under my feet and one knocked over my water bottle. Convinced the universe was trying to give me a hint, I threw a tantrum, changed into warmer clothes, and went outside for a very long walk. I stormed down the sidewalk and strode along the cemetary up to the park, then charged through the park up to the lake.
On the shore of the lake I stood very still, pulled off my earmuffs, and breathed. I listened to all sounds in my environment: distant car on my left, plane roaring through the sky before me, distant traffic on my right. Nothing and no one behind me, and the vast expanse of a frozen sheet of ice in front. I grounded my energy into the earth and gathered all my personal energy from where it had scattered throughout the city, and I asked the universe why I was not allowed to work out tonight. It had no answer.
I turned around and walked home, much cooler (in temperature if not in temperament) and starting to feel pain in my cheeks. Back through the park, back up along the cemetary, where something caught my eye.
Tiny flashes of dim light appeared up and down the hill among the graves, flickering almost too quickly to look at directly. Some were yellow, some were pink, I think.
When I walked along the sidewalk next to the cemetary, I wasn't able to find my footprints from where I'd come. Just a sheet of untouched, unbroken snow on every square of the sidewalk.