Are They Done Yet?

That's the question my cat was asking a couple of hours ago as the booms and snaps of fireworks and other artillery shivered off the building. Good thing Tuesday's a work day, or it would have gone on until the wee hours. We could actually feel some of the blasts- those would be from that handy quarter stick of dynamite everyone seems to carry in their back pockets these days... As a person with PTSD, I loathe the 4th- just another excuse to get drunk and fire off explosives- and if you've ever lived in the country, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Guns and booze- the American Way! I'm also burned out on fireworks- the pretty kind- how many times can you ooh and awe over the same thing you've seen every year of your life, and then fight the traffic home from the waterfront? I'd rather sit out in the boonies as far away from other human beings as I can get, just looking at the stars, and the odd meteor shower- anything, just as long as it's quiet...!