Here I sit, having just had pork roast, corn, lima beans, and a nice slice of tomato (I know, it's not barbeque or fried chicken, but it's today's traditional Fourth of July meal for my wife and me).
Aside from my earlier over the top patriotic post, we did very little today that would have given away that today's the Fourth of July. Because the doctor told me to piss into a plastic container from this morning until tomorrow morning (when I'll deliver the overflowing jug to the doc's office), we couldn't stray far from home. But we did do a bit of wandering in my car. And we stopped at Half Price Books, where I could easily spend all my money and my time. And we went grocery shopping.
I started watching (and listening to) an Independence Day celebration on PBS, but I lost interest fast. So, I poured a little more white sipping tequila and tried to remember how to type. So far, so good.
I'm getting sleepy. Tequila at 5:00 pm tends to do that to me by 8:45 pm. I feel a little like painting something or tearing out some ceramic tile, but I've always believed doing either after a few shots of tequila is against the laws of man and nature.
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