You know what sucks when you have a wife with severe anxiety and two small animals in your house? Fourth of fucking July that's what. The neighbors started in last night with firecrackers and cherry bombs. I am okay with on the 4th people shooting off cool fireworks and being safe about it. But to light off stupid shit near a bunch of trees and things that can burn down quickly? No thanks. We live in a state where fireworks are legal which is an oddity to me. It's been since I was a kid that they were for sale everywhere. It's odd going into the grocery store and seeing the packs of fireworks for sale.
Taught my second day of class yesterday. It went mostly better than the first but still this was a dead group who wouldn't respond to questions and then one of them had the nerve to flat out tell me to redo something because "I wasn't paying attention, I had more important things to do". Well fuck you too.
Finished class at 3 on the dot. We went to the store for a couple of things. B was not feeling well all day and we got Zoup for dinner. I read while she caught up on tv shows. We both went to bed around 11.
This morning I need to go get groceries and do bills. Happy holiday to me.
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