The third, Fourth and fifth have been an enjoyable three days.

My mom showed up on the third at ten thirty at night, surprising the us by being in our driveway when we got home from the fireworks show. The kids have enjoyed her far more than all the fireworks in the world.

My friend came home from Evanston with a ration of bottle rockets and the like and we set some off throughout the day. Stuff that goes into the air with noise and booms is lots funner than streams of sparks and whistles any day.

I'm beat, tomorrow will doubtless be more wordy.

Doubtless, I'm sure.