Blow up stuff day

As often happens, the blowing up started in the wee hours of the 4th, huge things that sounded like sticks of dynamite going off in rapid succession. Makes for a lousy night's sleep, and the not sensible urge to hunt down the perpetrators and dress them down. So effective.
Pleasant day, pleasant session watching the lead up to the Washington, DC fireworks on the Mall,
and an outdoor dinner with friends; I bowed out of joining the fifty thousand folks expected down the hill from us to see Seattle' last remaining public fireworks display. The cat stayed under the bed while the red rockets flared and boomed, and I fell asleep reading Walker Percy's The Second Coming, which I am liking more than his novel The Moviegoer.