Spent my 4th o' July shopping for groceries then watching "Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" re-runs while putting together the side-table seen here. It was a GOOD 4th of July because I had no expectations.
Media suggest that the 4th should be spent in the company of family and/or friends having cook-outs and watching fireworks... I would have liked that. I've had such before in earlier years, but in recent years... there's nothing. My mom's not exactly motherly, and my bro's not exactly brotherly. I'm on my own. Which I've finally psychologically accepted by now.
I'm glad I got the side-table done! (My so-called "family" can go fuck themselves.)