This morning Jack had the TV on with various coverage of the memorials in New York. I turned it off after a short while because I just can't sit and watch all of that, can't pick at that scab anymore. Hard to put on makeup in the morning when your eyes keep welling up.

The rest of the day was blissfully busy for me. Life goes on, right? I had a case this week that involved some rather extensive extortion, and since the demands were being made via email the case came to me. It was also involving people with a fair amount of Power and Money, and so there was some extra pressure from my rank to get the job done. Fortunately for me everything fell pretty neatly into place for me in the case, and I spent last night and this morning typing up search warrants and arrest warrants. I've done a zillion arrest warrants, but this was my first search warrant, and believe me, they get scrutinized closely by the judges. Even moreso when you're requesting that the search warrant be a "no knock" search warrant (which mine was. ) (No knock means you can rush the house and bust the door down without any warning.) My sergeant looked my search warrant over before I took it to the judge and said it was good, and fortunately the judge agreed and signed it with no questions. And, best of all, the raid on the residence went off without a single hitch, the bad guy went to jail, and nobody got hurt. It also took up almost the entire day and I didn't get home until almost 8pm, by which time most of the 9/11 stuff was no longer playing.

It's not that I want to forget what happened on 9/11. I don't. I won't. But I have a hard time handling the constant emotional barrages. Life goes on.

I know I should be sad or pensive or somber because of the 9/11 anniversary...but instead I'm happy and tired and elated and exhausted after working on this case all day and having everything work out so smoothly...and I know I have even more work ahead of me since now I have to sift through all the evidence collected...plus two more search warrants to type up to get the forensic analysis of the seized computers...and I'm not sad or pensive or somber...

Life goes on.