It’s cold in Boston tonight.
I wasn’t near the marathon finish line yesterday; the closest I got was around mile 22.5, which is where I was accidentally stationed when the pack of elite men ran by. I cheered, I went home, and I was watching MST3K when people started tweeting about the explosions.
Boston is not my hometown, but it’s my home now and I love so many people and places here. Yesterday was tough. Today, in some ways, was tougher, as my friends and coworkers and I relived our yesterdays. Tomorrow probably won’t be so great, either.
But we’ll get through it.