Happy 4th
I have to be grateful that the pets are all pretty sanguine about loud noises, since our beloved city of Kent sounds rather a lot like a war zone tonight. The dogs periodically react to Ray's dog, across the street, who is barking almost incessantly, but even that doesn't stay interesting very long. They've never reacted particularly to the sound of sirens, which is a blessing tonight. I was watching the rockets from the front window for a while, but I can't say I love the local fondness for firecrackers, M80s and such. Sparkly lights are one thing, and very nice some of them, but I never could quite get the point of things that go bang! just for the sake of going bang! and some of the near stuff sounds sufficiently like mortars and gunfire going off as to be a bit distressing after several hours of it. What this needs is a distraction, so I think I may just make some popcorn (all the noise has given me a taste for it) and curl up with the dogs and watch another episode of Midsomer Murders. What a homebody I've become...