Happy Lonely Fourth

I'm realizing that the core of my missing someone is the haven that's gone with them. Short of hitchhiking, I can't seem to escape to another corner of the country. So instead, I've settled for escaping to my room.

Also, attempts to be merciful seem at first fruitless when offered to certain people. I shall press on....

Happy Independence Day, all.

The irony in that is rather bittersweet.

**Dave Matthews Band concert review on its way**

Monday's Haiku (Back On Schedule)

the green globes lighting

up the newly painted walls,

but the clock's still slow.