The alarm-clock/radio set on one of Manhattan's news
radio stations woke me up at 7:30. The workday in our company starts at some time before nine. However, I wanted to be in the office earlier
because I was hoping for an early-morning break-through for a problem I
was having with some nasty nested ASP code. And so, full of hope but not
fully awaken yet, I gave myself another three or four minutes before getting up, and heading
to a bathroom for a refreshing shower.
"It is going to be a wonderful day...."
The date was September 11, 2001. Her phrase, and the events of that Tuesday forever etched into my memory.