The fourth of July use to mean picnics, fireworks and wearing my brand new patriotic shirt. I know I'm a dork. But I am a huge fan of the colors navy blue and red. I remember that feeling that I would get seeing the giant explosions shooting through the sky in tune to he patriotic songs. I am such a sap. I always cry.
Yesterday it was over a hundred degrees. There was no picnic, we ate at home. The only fireworks were the ones at home on the television. Not the same. I ended up going back to my Dog the Bounty hunter marathon. I did get through number 87-94 in the series. I did cry still...I am pretty sure I blame the hormone treatment I am on for that.
The holiday weekend is done. Time to get back to business.
Today is suppose to be the end of my wait. In reality I am waiting all day for a phone call. I was told not to expect it till late in the day. Not sure when that is. Could be 5pm or what 8pm. I don't know. I think I will get back to writing my work in progress. That will calm me.