If you have a normal schedule, like a normal person, then you will probably hate me for what I’m about to say.  But here it goes: I love Mondays. My current work week extends from Tuesday to Saturday, and while it can sometimes be disheartening to spend Saturday hard at work while I watch people flounce down the streets of Beacon Hill without a care in the world, it’s all worth it on Monday morning when I do not have to roll out of bed at the crack of dawn, but can instead wake up at my leisure and spend…

At this point, there’s nothing I can say about the horrible bombings at the Boston Marathon that hasn’t been said already.  Over the last few days, floods of writers have taken to the internet to share their own reflections, and they’ve done so passionately, angrily, and probably more eloquently than I ever could.  I can’t provide an eyewitness account of the carnage, since I spent the entire day safely at home, about three miles away from the finish line.  I can’t speculate on the reason such a terrible thing happened, except to say that no reason could ever be good…