I wish someone would walk into this room right now with a piping hot tray of breakfast things.  Toast and eggs and maybe some cantaloupe, as well.  While I wish, I sit with dirty feet and drink a concoction of almond milk and concentrated coffee with laundry churning away in the basement.

I should be interested in the 4th of July.  I am not.  I keep thinking of 4ths of July past and feeling a bit morose.