Hold fast, London.

I think I had my first anxiety attack this morning. I turned on the news, and heard the news from London, and lost my shit. After about 15 minutes I calmed down enough to call the AW who has many close connections in London. He hadn't heard the news yet and I could barely get myself together enough to tell him. Happily, he checked back in with me later to tell me that all of his people were safe.

After about 20 minutes of news hopping and crying, I regained some composure and started getting ready for work. I heard that they've elevated security on public transport around NYC, but I didn't notice cops on my particular train line.

So now I am at work, and I feel a little exhausted. Physically and emotionally. I didn't have this reaction to Madrid. And being in the middle of 9/11 was so confusing and overwhelming that is was much later in the day that I had a pronounced reaction. I just want a nap and a snuggle.

The world is going to hell.