On this day... I was still living in the L.A. area and working on Ally McBeal. I turned on Good Morning America and things were already well underway... although no one really knew what was underway. The studio Ally shot at was just a little south of LAX. Although it was still early, I immediately called our company president (who luckily, was also a friend). She had heard, too, and made the call to shut down production for the day. We started an impromptu phone tree and I let all of our writers (and those on Boston Public) know to stay home. I remember running out to my car for the phone list, and for the first time thinking it might be good to have a gun in the house. I'm not opposed to guns. I love target practice. But I figured if I ever got one, I'd see if I could keep it in a locker at a shooting range. All the unknowns of that morning had me rethinking that.
Once flights started up again, it was a little nerve wracking for awhile to be driving down 405 and have planes coming in so very low on their approach to LAX. The approach was the same as always... and then again, it was so very, very different.
I think I'll manage a little stretch and light weights on the fit ball tonight. That's in between packing and prepping for Boston. I am, by the way, very glad that my flight ended up being on the 12th, not the 11th.
I'll see the Boston crew soon!