Excitement

After plane crash yesterday do not care for Libby's persistent and unhelpful questions. It's just like 9/11, isn't it? Doesn't it bring back memories? How do we know it is a small plane? The FBI lies. Later she gets of the telephone and says grimly that her mother (in Wisconsin) has heard (from who?) that the plane crashed very close to Rockefeller University Hospital and there are Concerns about radioacitve material. Ask her if she would like a coffee, I am going out. Be Careful, she says. See the Contessa on the elevator, also very excited. Tell her about Libby's behavior--she doesn't want to be like that does she? No, the Contessa answers sharply, but her apartment(1/3 share inheritance from the boss)is also on 72nd street and she'd like to go see if things are ok. Am sorry for my flip tone, apologize, and perhaps show a bit more concern than actually feel. The Contessa calls from the apartment and said the crash is Miles away, she can't even smell the smoke so You can stop worrying. Guiltily realize that already have long since stopped (so did Libby once she discovered it was a baseball player. Take high moral road and tell her sports stars are people too. She looks unconvinced.) Poor attention span very worrisome and think that ought to do exercises for concentration. How would one search for such a book with such exercises? Moments later, find self rooting around in office refrigerator clutching barely expired container of peach yogurt. Libby is standing over me. Ask Libby if it is hers. No it is not. Tell her that feel that just had one of those Ambien-caused middle-of-the-night episodes in which people eat cigarette milkshakes, sticks of butter, etc. ha ha. Libby not amused.