It’s quiet around my place as my neighborhood recovers for a hangover called celebrating the 4th of July. The gummys are downstairs dead to the world. It was a long night of watching fireworks and then doing some sparklers afterwards. It makes for a real long day when you’re 6 years old. My neighborhood? It looks like the day after the Chinese New Year celebration with spent fireworks everywhere. Someone made a boatload of money selling that stuff to them. The economy must be doing pretty good.