I slept until the sun came out and felt as if my head was going to explode. The independence coincided with a feeling that my day was at its best. I needed such a holiday to sleep.

The coffee house was packed with customers and mostly regulars I see each time. I wrote for several hours, watching as she would feed banana pieces to her dog. When I was done, I walked back home and did the do before I went to write some more. It was a total like a day of work.

My mother texted me and asked if I could visit her and Dad to eat some steak and lobster at their house to celebrate. I drove there at a half past five o’clock, and they were watching Wimbledon as they were cooking steaks outside. The grill was hot in triple-digit heat. We ate when it was close to time for me to leave. The steak was flavorful, delicious, but the lobster wasn’t soft but hard. I’ll say I’ve never eaten lobster when it’s cooked that way. I dipped the tail in butter sauce, and it was huge. It would’ve been okay if it was tender, but it wasn’t quite the case. I don’t eat lobster every day, so it was disappointing. Anyway, we ate my favorite ice cream afterward as a dessert. The peanut butter chunks with chocolate tasted awesome at a time when heat was such a factor.

When I drove back home, I saw the fireworks explode at eight o’clock at night. It was a time I will remember as the years go on. Today is just a normal day in which I have to work. They should’ve given us another holiday. Oh well. Perhaps someday they will.