It was a low-key July Fourth, and I was content. I no longer prefer the jostling, sweaty crowds, and I still find tremendous joy in celebrating the holidays and other events. I did take dinner in north Dayton at one of my haunts that I have not been able to attend in several months.

Early in the day, Thursday was exploding with amateur fireworks, and I have no problem with that given the holiday. The house that is one over on Rockhill Avenue had an inexhaustible number of fireworks that continued long past 2 AM! While spending time on the deck, the older dogs abandoned me for the bedroom and Colonel Deeds and Hoskins seemed oblivious. However, they did respond to the firework-shooters’ dog who was going crazy, while they laughed at the dog’s seeming fearful reactions. Several of their explosives were directly overhead and I found that to be disturbing and inconsiderate. At 2 AM, their continued shooting of fireworks was no longer patriotic, but rude.

I was so comfortable on the deck, but a fast-approaching and heavy rainstorm passed through, chasing me into the house. I was soaked by the time I gathered up my writing material. I had hoped to wait it out beneath the canopy, but it was not to be. I decided to go to bed a bit early.

The morning air is thick with fog, but we received no fog alerts. It’s currently 67 degrees and will reach 83 by the midafternoon. Last night, there were predictions of rain showers throughout Friday, but those seem to have cleared.

On with the damp day.

Make it a great day!