The eve of the fourth and I feel like we're heading towards a reckoning, especially with the monsters in power getting more and more blatant in abusing their power and trying to intimidate people who would vote them out to keep them away from the polls. I've got a foreboding something terrible is going to happen tomorrow. I'm certainly not going out the celebrate; I wouldn't feel like doing that anyway. If I do live many more years and have my choice about it, I think I shall spend all these fourths just watching Wimbledon.
Wrote most of a smutpiece tonight for a daredevilkink
prompt. We'll see if I'm in a state and/or a mood to finish it tomorrow, though I suspect it'll ultimately go up Wednesday even if I do. Then I'll see if we make it to the dropping of The Defenders
. If Mike Colter is telling the truth about it being lighter than the individual serieses, I suspect I won't mind much.
Be nice if we could make it too this weekend, anyway. Mom just bought us tickets for an Art Garfunkel concert in the Kennedy Center Saturday night; I think there were dropping prices. Think we won't be going to the beach after all, so I'll be free to see Spiderman
Even some booming noises outside my window tonight, but individual fireworks on the 3rd are all too typical, even though they're illegal here in Alexandria. Nothing loud enough to even bother the cats yet, as far as I can tell.