on my television... NBC News   on the page... Katharine Graham Personal History   in my glass... Earl Grey iced tea   in my immediate future... a phone call to LA Michael   in my windowsill... wilting yellow Gerber daisies   anticipating... waking up to fall weather and gray drizzly skies-- to suit my mood-- tomorrow morning   if only... My page-a-day calendar is still turned to Monday where he wrote, "I love you" with a yellow highlighter.   escape... This morning I packed up and took my editing show on the road to Starbucks on the corner, letting the sun soak into my shoulders and avoiding the constant news feed at all costs. But then the sirens started up and vehicles sped by on Wisconsin Avenue surrounded by police escorts and secret service. And everyone looked up from the mask of normalcy that we were trying to hide behind-- a little sheepishly-- embarrassed to be discovered. Suddenly the act didn't seem that important anymore. So I came home.   and... Again, I want to thank everyone for staying connected. For reaching out to the keyboard and the telephone to make sure that I'm hanging in there. Each gesture is overwhelmingly kind and makes me feel even luckier than I already do.