Filtered Against Evil
Now that my kid is actually back safe and sound and talking 99 words per minute about his adventure, I think I sort of need to thank the Doctor who isn't a doctor, okay that was kind of amusing. Think he got everyone's minds off of things for a bit.
I'd been doing nothing but watching news coverage of Boston since yesterday afternoon. I don't know that I ever settled any place long enough to call it home, but I did grow up there, after all. It's a beautiful city and they certainly don't deserve this.
But when my kid magically (scientifically?) ends up in New York City (also a beautiful city, just not a place I want my eleven year-old running around by himself), you get dragged back to real time and have to deal with here and now. So...thanks. I think?