In reality, of course, it’s a normal working day in England. On the calendar, it’s simply the 4th day in the month of July. But in my heart it’s a holiday, and I’m thinking fireworks with a soundtrack of Sousa and the 1812 Overture.
In reality, of course, I have a full day of meetings and more meetings, which has been the look of the entire week. Not all of it has been dire, and some of the time has been spent in the lab which is much more fun than time spent at my desk. So this week has involved voluntary long hours and it will continue to do so. Although the pile of work on my desk is now crushing me. And the to-do list for today and tomorrow is pretty harsh. For Sunday I leave for Bavaria.
The irony is that there is a summer barbecue at work today at 5, for which I will take a small break from my paperwork. I’m sure they don’t intend it to be a 4th of July barbecue, but I will pretend that it was destined and that will help with the inevitable wistful longings for home. No one does the 4th like Washington DC, so this one’s for my sister: