The day after...

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I like the 4th of July not purely out of patriotic spirit (the calendar date of July 4 is actually rather meaningless in our country's history anyway. Had we lost the Revolutionary War that followed, the signing of Declaration of Independence on that date wouldn't have mattered), but because unlike every other warm-weather holiday, more often that not, it doesn't fall on a Monday.

I don't understand America's fascination with Monday holidays. I enjoy three day weekends, but wouldn't it make much more sense if the holiday celebration was followed by two days off rather than saving the holiday for the last day of the weekend? Wouldn't Memorial Day cookouts be more festive if everyone didn't have to be at work the next morning?

I don't get it. If we are going to artificially move holidays around to make for 3-day weekends, it would make more sense to move the holidays to Fridays.

But no one asked me.

Anyway, I enjoy July 4 because generally one can enjoy the festivities without having a return to work in the morning lingering in the back of one's head. But now the holiday has come and gone and now everyone goes back to work and starts counting down the hot summer days until another 3-day weekend in 2 months (Who was it that decided it is acceptable to go 2 months in the summer without a holiday?).

I have a whole lot of stories to share from the past week or two, but I hope you'll forgive me, I just want to squeeze in one more lazy afternoon before I get to all that. So faced with the choice of serious blogging right now or going for ice cream, well, let's just say I'll see you tomorrow...