July 12, 2016
The day passes in a blur. I wedge in a few minutes of computer trouble-shooting for my mother in law. Only after arriving home do I realize I didn't listen to the song that is a hallmark for 12th of July for me. The first time in years. But as I rush to and fro, and try to figure out what the packing list is, and can I complete a swatch in time, and all the other preparations, I am not compelled to listen to the song. And I've missed Manhattanhenge. I can slow down when I'm in Wisconsin.