Almost...

"And It's Almost Independence Day..." Well, actually of course it is now beyond the day itself, curses to my watch. Why so? Because unlike these wretchedly modern digital timekeepers my own wristwatch needs to be prompted at month's end as to whether a thirty or thirty-one day month has just passed by. (Just don't get me started on Februarys or, even worse, Leap Years.)

Forgetting this, as one does, one found oneself stuck in the second and not the proper third of July, which is as it must be almost independence day for our dear American cousins.

That in itself matters to one has experienced the delight of so many from there who have been supportive over the years vis a vis the whole damn sarcoma thing. And so whereas in principle one might, in principle, rather somewhat resent nay repudiate their incontinent celebration of separation from ourselves, I have always in these days been perfectly happy in their happiness.

The fourth itself being not a day of mark or remark over here, the third has been the day on which one played the oh so wonderful song for them as a private, personal tribute. Darn it though, this year it has been missed thanks to above mentioned ancient timepiece.

Hey ho. Not too late. Instead now here is one listening to the lion instead. All one's tears like water have flowed. You do - or should - understand my meaning.