A report here from the Boston Globe.  I heard a report of a 5-year-old child sitting with eyes opened, dazed, with his parent lying next to him with a limb blown off.  Good God.

After I left here yesterday, I went to our community room and watched the news coverage of it.  CBS had cameras already there because of the race, so they had footage of the bombs going off.  Mayhem.

It’s just hard to wrap one’s brain around this.  I woke up crying about my Mom this morning. And yesterday.  There’s been another death in the family–an uncle–and I don’t know if it’s just me or if anyone else is just feeling overwhelmed with Newtown and now this. I’m borderline post traumatic, I think.  Too much.