I let the day pass without giving Patriot’s Day a single thought. In the evening, I turned on the TV to select the digital video recording (DVR) of the race coverage among a collection of children’s shows.
As my dinner cooked, I sat on the couch and watched the 112th Boston Marathon. It was a great thing to have avoided all mention of the outcome. In this case, ignorance is bliss.
My dinner was ready around the time of the final push towards the finish. I cheered wildly as the two women leaders approached the finish line neck in neck. YaYa looked over at me and laughed. The dogs got all riled up too. I may have been a little over enthusiastic.