Any celebrating we do will be low-key, since at least one of us will be exhausted. (And I don’t just mean me, even though I was up til after 1:30 reading Mansfield Park and then woke up around 6:45 and couldn’t go back to sleep.)
We pick up our girl from the bus today, and in her honor I have made potato salad (her favorite — tiny potatoes from the farmers market, so small they don’t have to be cut), and I may make — gasp! — jello. My girls have expressed an interest in jello, which I never make for some reason.
We are unlike to make it to fireworks, so please enjoy some on our behalf.