I would say more but it's two in the morning on July fifth, and Mark and I just got back from an Independence Day celebration at a friend's house. His back yard was literally directly underneath the exploding fireworks. You gotta say this for the United States: we like our holidays loud here in the land of the free and the home of the mildly deafened.

Mark is silent over on the right because he's already asleep in my guest room. Probably jet lag due to his trip from Chicago to spend the weekend here in Philadelphia.

No, wait...the time zone in Philadelphia is an hour ahead of Chicago. I should be asleep, and he should still be up and moving. The very foundations of timekeeping have been torn asunder!