Scratch that.

We should have been wandering around the chilly, overcast Jersey Shore right now, checking out the expo and figuring out which Italian place we would head to for dinner. But we're not. No Jersey, no half marathon, no nothing, we're just out a few hundred bucks for nothing, because Mr. Duffy's aunt passed away after a long struggle with Alzheimer's on Friday. The costs, in both finances and sanity, of first taking our weekend trip and then heading up to Connecticut to attend the wake and funeral services on Monday were too much. Something had to give, and since there will be many other races in the future, this was it.

More to come. In the meantime, I have to tend to my husband's nervous breakdown. Between this & his mother's chemo (and her recent declaration that I've always been a terrible daughter-in-law and she's "heartbroken" by how cold and evil I am), he's a wreck, and it's my turn to be tough.

Wish me luck.