Hudson River.

Left: The view from Mike's office about 20 minutes ago. Right: Up close via here, sent from Jill.

Mike called me & said, Kathryn, get on the internet - we think there's a plane down on the Hudson. There are helicopters everywhere but none of us know what's going on (he called me from his cell phone - it made me extra nervous, because at 4pm on a Thursday he should be working at his desk, not huddled up in a conference room with half of his floor looking at helicopters, ferries & fire trucks.)

That's not the call anyone in Manhattan wants to get. I don't like to hear of planes. Going down instead of up. In New York City. It made my tummy feel really, really funny.

We have TVs everywhere in my office, & the volume has been up on all of them.

No deaths, no serious injuries, thank goodness.

And all because of birds. Birds?!

(I call my Dad when these things happen. So he knows we're safe, just because, even. Like when this explosion happened in Midtown.)