I have a house full of guests.

Part of the freeway is closed due to some idiot hitting the sign and knocking it onto the road.

I’m fantastically late.

I’ve only had a few hours sleep.

And…it’s the Fourth of July, dammit!

I don’t like to complain, but why do I have to go to work when everybody else in their right mind, slept in and will be doing nothing more stressful than BBQing?

Maybe this will all pick up tonight.