There was a July 3rd party, hosted by my friend Justin Eslinger. Much chili, merriment and booze were had. I watched a jam session after turning down the opportunity to play the drums in it (I would have mostly sucked). I crashed there because my doctor wife would not have enjoyed the ride home, feeling the way she was.

Skipped fireworks because this town of Louisville, KY, shoots its fireworks load a few days before the Derby, and then splits the remainder between July 3rd and July 4th.

My parents visited. At dinner, a waiter spilled an entire cup of water and cup of soda on my lap. He said it's the first time he's done that in 13 years. I wanted to say, "You've been a waiter for 13 years? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

There was a job posting. I applied, though presently employed. I spent a week trying to write the cover letter, then drew a two page comic with half a cover letter instead. I hope the HR people like self-deprecating art.

I shall post my cover-letter comic after I hear about the job (or not).

Justin and I tried to restring a mandolin I inherited from my Grandpa McRae (he's still alive, but is giving away a handful of things because he's afraid the state will take it all away). Or rather, my Grandpa insisted on giving it to my brother, and then my brother immediately gave it to me as soon as he could.

Failed to get under the clamp on the strings, so we went to the Guitar Emporium, where the old curmudgeon behind the counter might bite your head off because he would rather be trading guitars with the Rolling Stones (which is how is business got started). He showed us the trick to getting under the clamp, and off we went.

The rest went like this: DS, sleep, work, meals, Netflix and a social outing or two. Not necessarily in that order.