As the Kettering fireworks began, The Quartet was anxious so I grabbed a pillow and hit the floor in my study where four furry babies snuggled beside me, seemingly less stressed.

I finished my biography of Theodore Roosevelt and began a new audio book, THE THREE GRACES OF VAL-KILL by Emily Herring Wilson. Since I’ve been to Franklin Roosevelt’s Springwood mansion at Hyde Park and to Eleanor Roosevelt’s beloved Val-Kil, I’m quite enjoying this book.

I did fall asleep for a good 90 minutes. While I am awake, I am not wide awake. I do need to take some ibuprofen; the carpeted floor is hard on the body.

It’s 12:40 AM and the fireworks are still a constant. I’m all for celebrating; I’m not for being inconsiderate.

Oh, well. My lemonade glass is empty. It’s time to go inside.