I was asleep when the first plane hit; I lived in CA at the time and so it was about 6 in the morning for us. The news was on, as I used to wake up to the TV, but I was still dozing and thought I was dreaming the whole thing. But I woke up in time to see the second plane streak into the tower.
I went on to work [at the private college library], where I discovered that the campus was being shut down and a phone tree set up to call everyone not to come in. I gave a ride to a student who, since she lived on a military base under lock-down, would not be able to return home. I took her to her grandmother's. I worked near the airport and I remember how weird it was that no planes were flying.
I then went grocery shopping for emergency items. For some reason it was very important to buy cake mix and dry milk.
When I got home, my sons had come home from school; my older boy and I went to give blood. We spent 8 hours in line with dozens of others. Papa John's brought pizzas all day for free and a party company delivered chairs. They told us that the Red Cross was only open that day for their regular schedule, with reservations, but the nurses all stayed to take extra blood. We didn't know then that there would be no need for it.