- read several books
- stretch, stretch, stretch
- get to the bottom of the snail mail, who knew my co-pay went up $5
- get to one screen of eMail, crap my corporate card payment may be late
- take my hubb out to lunch
- go grocery shopping
Currently the boy pups are freaked out by the fireworks and the girl pup is annoyed with them for being freaked out. Growing up in BFE afforded us the luxury of truck loads of 'shoots flaming balls' smuggled over the state line to shoot off in our back yard, which was 1/2 mile or more from anyone's back yard / barn / house. We live in a teeny tiny cramped area, houses on top of houses, lovely old New England town, don't get me wrong. Just not the place for 'shoots flaming balls' to be going off in a back yard where you are feet from your neighbors.
One of my neighbors threatened to run down the street yelling "The British are coming the British are coming." That would have been great!
Happy Independence Day!