The blasts at the finish line at the Boston marathon yesterday were horrific and the number of people affected by this is simply too high. As of yet, the public doesn't know who the perpetrator(s) is/are, media are brimming with personal accounts and more or less angry reactions, and the president, and the rest of the United States, is praying for the victims and their families. I'm very sad about the deaths and the injured in Boston, and their families, who are going through a frightful experience that is likely to affect them for the rest of their lives, but I'm also happy for those who were lucky enough to get out of this ordeal unharmed.

On a more political level, let's hope this doesn't lead to something that resembles a vendetta, in which whole nations or large groups of people stand against each other because of actions performed by only a few, and the rhetoric becomes black and white. There is so much at stake at a time like this, as history has taught us.

On a far more mundane level on this foggy and rainy Tuesday morning, we're about to pick up the new bathroom mats from H&M (seen in the photo above), the children are at home due to a pretty bad cold, and I'm preparing tomorrow's work. Our thoughts are in Boston, but the trivial and the fateful go hand in hand on a day such as this one.