One year ago, I was sitting on the (I think) East Lawn near Capitol Hill with my roommate Liz and her friends. We were waiting in the deadly heat for the Fourth of July concert and fireworks. I remember sweating so much that day that when I touched my skin, it would itch and burn. Patti LaBelle sang then as did Chuck Berry and little Nick Carter. After the fireworks, we walked back home with the rest of the crowd to our Eastern Market neighborhood.

Everyone should spend a Fourth of July in D.C. It should be one of those things to do.

This year I'm at home. I'm working the next couple of days and am nursing my jaw/mouth as I recover from getting my wisdom teeth removed.

It's been a pleasant recovery however and a pleasant weekend too. Have a lovely Fourth.