Patriots' Day
Yesterday morning, I was in a really bad mood. I had just spent the whole day Sunday driving up from Pittsburgh for our spur-of-the-moment road trip to the NCAA hockey championship, where my beloved alma mater made history Saturday night. One of our clinic’s offices was closed because it was a state holiday, and because the Boston Marathon runs right past their office every year, which makes it impossible to get patients in and out. As a result, I was exhausted and grumpy that our office was open, and all I wanted to do was skip work, take a nap, and watch the Boston Marathon. Unfortunately (or so I thought), Tom had a mandatory class that day and my office was severely understaffed, so I didn’t have a choice. I’d have to hear about the Marathon from someone else. It started out as a hushed conversation: “Did you hear? Was there an explosion?”, then a mad scramble to get onto a news website and figure out what the hell was going on. All Boston news