NOW, HEAR THIS

At last!  July 6th is here!  Independence Day!  My self-imposed nightly house arrest has ended!  Fireworks just aren't hyperaccusis-friendly.  KA-BOOM!!!! times 100. My mantra since June 27th has been:  "July 6th, July 6th, July 6th"--the day that the explosives have to be put away in our burg.  And now it's here.  Hooray and Hallelujah!  

But do not think, however, that The Flaming Bore has just been sitting on her Liberty Bell bottom wasting away--at least not for the past three days. Big Bore has been sick with a fever, chills, aches, etc., so I have taken over all his jobs around the house, temporarily, I hope.  Plus, I have become Keeper of the Thermometer and Runner to the Drug Store.  His temp is finally under 100 degrees now (99.9 at last check), so we hope the worst is over.  Personally, it's just too weird watching him roll up in a big shiver ball when he's dressed in sweats and the thermostat is set at 78.  This is not like him.  Especially when it's 104 degrees outside.  


Here's to returning to a Fireworks Free Zone and to Big Bore returning to better health.  And here's to the so-called cool front that's supposed to arrive in a few days.  That 94 degrees prediction for a high on Sunday is sounding mighty frosty.  Bring it on!