The fourth is over.  There weren’t as many fireworks here as ususal...maybe because it rained.  And it rained again yesterday.  In July!!

 

I’m eating Cheetos for breakfast.  My daddy used to eat cookies, so I guess it is OK. I have never liked eggs.  Or milk.  Which makes breakfast hard to do.

Tomorrow, my publisher is coming at 1:45.  I pray she does.  She has cancelled the last four times.  The book I have written about Ken is ready to go.  I read the letters he wrote me from Viet Nam to find things that he said about the war while he was in the middle of it.  From 67-68.  I hadn’t read them again in all this time. It was sad.  So many deaths.