My grandma and I started the day by watching news coverage of the JFK Airport terrorist plot, and as the magnitude of the far-reaching destruction (had they succeeded) sunk in, I looked away from the tv and realized the sun was out for once in a long time. Grandma's stupid cross-eyed cat was licking her paws on the bed. The ceiling fan was spinning. The house smelled like fried eggs we'd just eaten. Grandma's warped fingers were looped thru the handle of her coffee cup and her ankle swung around at the end of her crossed leg. Her face looked no different than if she were watching The Waltons.
She reached out and shut off the tv and said, "Well, everyone better be happy while they still can."