Sad, weird day

The wind blew in this weird, never-settling dust.

There were two bombs at the Boston Marathon finish line.

Dax had the pukies, and I felt icky, too.

I got zero housework done.

I sat at my computer all day watching bomb updates instead of reading my book on a sick day.

I feel weird. Dust and bombs and puke and idleness will do that to you.