Good, bad, busy

People, the news from Boston is just horrible. What compels folks to act in such evil, cruel ways? Hate? Zealotry? Ignorance? Insanity? Perhaps an explosive combination of all that plus some. I was so busy today that I didn't hear about the explosions until after the fact; I'd manned a moon bounce at Ol's school for two hours, taken him to a swim lesson, and attempted to process a really troubling story from an acquaintance. I finally got everyone picked up and dropped off and was running an errand when I received a text with the news from my Mom. I often find, in recent years, that these sorts of tragedies don't overly affect me when I first hear them like they would have a decade or two ago (perhaps I've finally lived long enough to truly know just how much bad shit there is in the world), but as the hours afterwards pass, my mood darkens and I sink into a state of god, not another one.

To counter the sense of crappiness in the world, I wrote a thank you note and baked brownies as an appreciation for some generous friends who've been incredible Samaritans of late (I'm fine; they're helping someone I know who is definitely in need). I did my best to craft a decent condolence note; they are always so difficult to write. I thought about how terribly lucky I and my family are, how many good people are in our lives. And now I'm going to try and get a good night's sleep.

I hope I'll have more for you tomorrow. I hope that if you had loved ones in Boston, that they are OK.