Lots of conversation last night about what's going on in this country. Mom and Dad stopped by with Valentines gifts. They gave my sisters and I each a journal. My mother knows us so well and picked out a perfect book for each of us. Mine is orange with sequins on the front and definitely hand-made (I can actually see the stitching which is ultra cool). Kristen's is black suede and small. Karen's is red with Asian designs and a gold cord. They were all a perfect fit and such a surprise. Thank you, Mom and Dad!
So after the gift giving I worried about school and then conversation turned to the current events. I'm worried. I'm worried about code orange. The press is definitely churning up a reaction from the public. I'm freaked out about all this talk of plastic and duct tape to seal homes in the event of a biological attack. I doubt it's going to happen in Texas and definitely not in my little part of the suburbs. But I worry because Kevin lives in New York City. He's coming to visit this weekend, but I won't feel better until he's actually out of the city.
All this worry is probably not necessary. It's just an alert so that Americans are aware of what's going on around us. The weird part is I'm not used to the alerts. Shoot, none of us are. We're figuring out how freaked out to actually get. I'm not running out to buy plastic and duct tape but I did make mental note as to where the flashlights are. I'm thinking about purchasing a battery powered radio. Last night Kevin and I talked about our "evacuation plan" in case anything happens. So I continue to worry, but I probably should figure out what my level of concern can be. It's not like I can continue living all freaked out. As Kevin pointed out, people in Europe and the Middle East have had to live with the constant threat of terrorism for years. People just figure out how to move on and I guess I will too.
Anytime I've been using Google, I'm fascinated with what comes up under the "sponsored links." While searching for Office of Homeland Security, there are sponsored links for nuclear radiation pills. Talk about preying on fear.
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