This is the first time in a decade we've been here for the Fourth of July, and I'm not sure what to do with myself. I could clean my closets. (No kidding. That's one of the items on my list for this weekend.)
I don't even know what restaurants are open tonight, and I'm sure not cooking.
In past years we've spent the holiday in a small town in Tennessee, starting with a flag raising in the woods at 8 a.m. And then the fun just keeps coming: the dog and cat show, the cake contest, the cloggers and, of course, the parade. One year it had tanks, I'm not sure why.
For those more inured to crowds than I am (the population is, after all, 2,361), there are fireworks and a barbecue at the lake when it gets dark.
I'm very sad.
Or not. Wimbledon is on today, and for once I won't have to watch it on a screen the size of a postage stamp.
(Mauricio Rubio/Sun photographer)