So here I am, sitting on the bed in my good friends' guest room with a soreness in my throat making me some kind of miserable, and I'm thinking about why celebrations have to be such loud, bright affairs, especially momentous ones like the day everyone in America remembers as the one we declared independence from the English Crown. I'm not complaining, just thinking about it.
It was one of those long days made long especially by all the packing and driving involved in it. There are more long days ahead, mostly of the "we're out camping" variety, and I can almost guarantee you then that I won't be blogging out something after today. This is my last chance.
I'm tired. I don't really feel like I'm allowed to be tired because it's the Fourth of July and you're supposed to stay up late, or something, but I just want to peel out my contacts and bury my face in a pillow.
Actually, what I want is a cough drop. So that's that.
I hope, whether you're a USian or not you've had a good day.
By the way, this is the first year in the history of my life that the big stuff has been legal in Michigan, fireworks-wise. So this is one of the first times I've seen that sort of thing up close(ish).
It's another one of those days that I don't have a lot I want to blog about. Life is good. I'm tired. God bless.
Ciao.
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