July 4 has never been quite as exciting for me as other holidays. Teachers are off a couple of months in the summer, and July 4 was in the middle of extended down time. so, it didn't seem like a holiday. Now that I'm retired, holidays in general don't have as much meaning. Being retired is like a permanent vacation, so holidays are much like other days.
The coffee shop I frequent is closed tomorrow, so I'll have to go somewhere else. The friends I argue politics with won't be around. So, I can raed the paper and sip coffee.
I have a mother and daughter who clean my abode once or twice a month. Over six years, they have become friends in every sense of the word. We help each other out of binds and they are the only two people I exchange birthday and Christmas presents with. They also have a key, so they can get in and clean and if I am there, they merely move me from room to room so I'm not in the way.
The mother is sick, so the daughter is coming Wednesday afternoon, I want to have the laundry done and the books and CDs put up before she comes.
That's how I'll spend tomorrow. Cleaning before the cleaner arrives. Exciting, huh?