First things first, I hope everyone had an enjoyable Fourth of July. As I’ve become increasingly misanthropic over the years — which is decidedly different from lycanthropic, if you’re wondering — such a publicly-celebrated holiday holds little sway over me. Ideally, I’d have spent the afternoon and evening inside with a beer or three watching a ballgame and enjoying the day off from work.
Even more ideally, I’d have gotten better sleep and would have woken at a point that better aligned with my Circadian rhythms. My brain feels like it’s slogging through a Midwestern summer day that’s so thick with humidity and pollen you can’t even take a full breath for fear of either sneezing or drowning.