Yesterday was a sad day. You will understand after you read this post.
We were at my boyfriend’s parents’ house. He was working from home and with John Adams in hand I commandeer the porch swing overlooking the ocean.
For hours I’m immersed. I finish the book. Still sobbing and wiping snot away with the back of my hand I head inside. My boyfriend thinks I have a cold. He asks,
“You have the sniffles?”
“No. John Adams died!”
“You’re crying because John Adams died?”