Another load of laundry finished, and finally something resembling an end in sight. Lunch is somewhat made, by which I mean I'm stealing hoppie's lunch from yesterday that he didn't finish so I don't have to think about what I might actually want, which as far as I can tell seems to involve running away from his family. Which isn't right. They're always very good to me. I just hate being an adult sometimes. It doesn't always fit right.
I try to explain it to Tom who just looks at me blankly and says, "You've already told me this." But it's still true! But what would be the point in saying that. I've told him that before too.
For all the things I love about Boston, I'd rather be in KY on the 4th of July. Maybe it's becuase I was kid then, but the 4th was never about all the work and planning and driving required. Here that's what it usually is. I've only had two July 4th celebrations where I actually felt relaxed. And this isn't one of them. I don't think it's the worst, but it ranks pretty low.