On Monday, April 18th, I will be running the 109th occurrence of the Boston Marathon. Between now and then, I have much fretting to do, so I don't know if I'll be doing much blogging for the next few days. Tomorrow, I have to work, pack, and fret. On Friday I fly to Boston. Then the weekend is filled with fretting. Before you know it, I'm standing in Hopkinton, 26.2 miles away from the finish line in Boston, fretting for a final few moments.
Also on Monday April 18th is my wife's birthday. So, for those few moments that I'm not fretting, I'll be thinking about what a dick I am for not getting her presents organized before this trip. There is much precedent in this household for celebrating holidays after the fact, so this is not a divorceable offense (yet). Plus, my wife owes me one or two holidays worth of gifts, so I can coast for a week or two.
Anyway, the point here is WISH ME LUCK.