What I'm Not Doing this Independence Day

Well, Himself and I are well into Month 2 of Married Life. Month 1 consisted of a little bit of homemaking, a lot more alcoholic consumption, a beach trip, a trip up the mountain, and one film festival, also known as a Test of Our Marriage. When Himself is dealing with that sometimes unpleasant aspect of his job, I find myself dealing with that sometimes unpleasant aspect of my husband.

He and I are thinking maybe I need to go out of town for the next Film Festival.

And now it's Month 2, and so far, it has not folded very auspiciously. I've been ridonkulously exhausted, and therefore have neglected housework and my person is equal measures. Yesterday I woke up with a wee bit of a scratchy throat, and I immediately seized upon the possibility of the Death Headcold of Doom as a potential source of my exhaustion. So, instead of making new traditions on our first Married Holiday, Himself is at the water park with our friend Brain, and I am at home, dallying about online and trying to rest and simultaneously restore our home--and therefore my life--into some semblance of order.

Who knows? Maybe that is the new tradition.

Later on, after the sun sets, we will make our way to one of the rooftops of a two-story building, and from that ideal perch, we will watch the fireworks, well-removed from the crowds of folks doing the same. Hopefully I'll get some pictures, and that will at least be photographic evidence that we made an attempt at Married Holiday the First.

Happy Fourth! Hope you're having fun on this summer day of traditions old and new.