I ended up staying at work late. I had a hard time finishing my story. The explosions at the Boston marathon are so deeply upsetting. Makes so little sense. I had to come home and, despite my desire to just get in bed, walk in my yard and calm down. I watered and dead headed. Looked at a new sweet weed that is so little and purple. I have real flowers that are blooming, too, and my pansies are still holding strong. Bridget has missed me while I was away on my cruise. She keeps rubbing against me.
Finishing my two full marathons meant so much to me. I can’t imagine qualifying for Boston and then it ended in terror. God bless those innocent people.