I think I'm resigned to the fact that every January 1^st and July 4^th I have to suffer living in a war zone. Unlike past years [1], Bunny and I decided to head outside and at least enjoy the show. The most impressive ones were at the other end of our street—huge ones shot perhaps only a couple hundred feet if that, in the air, with the embers nearly hitting the nearby roofs still lit accompanied by the loud thunderclap a second or two later.
Ouch.
Other than the loud explostions all around us, it was otherwise a quiet New Year.
Yeah.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!