I had been driving to work listening to the local NPR station that hadn't mentioned a thing. . .nothing at all.
I got to work about 9:05, and a colleague smoking outside the building told me what happened after I said hello. I can't tell you how quickly it went through my head that it was Muslim Fundamentalists committing terror because of our foreign policy (I was thinking specifically about Israel; not their other gripes that were still unknown to me).
My husband was driving in from Boston (to Cleve, where we lived then), and we still didn't have cell phones, so our contact that day was limited. I spoke to his mother a couple of times, and I waited for him to call me at work. My father called me to make sure that DH had been driving rather than flying since the planes had departed from Logan.
A coworker's father worked at the Pentagon, and was just horrified the entire morning, but she really remained as upbeat as she could be.
Our Tv at work had horrible reception, but we all kept staring at it, anyways. We could barely make out any images but were able to listen to the commentary.
The kids' schools remained open so I remained at work. I didn't want to go home to an empty house and watch or listen to the news alone. Instead, we all stayed at work, unable to actually work, but taking some comfort from eachother.