The day after. Lawn littered with beer bottles, cigarette butts. The driveway marked with an occasional burn streak, and pyrotechnic wrapper. The next door neighbor, the cardinal nestlings, and the stray cat pet a bit deaf today. The tip of my right thumb is charred and scarred from a bit of a firecrack mishap but it's all in a holiday's work. Today off to rock and roll photography of the local persuasion and found out today that I'll be in New Orleans for an extra day for the conference which I will be whisked off to next week as my house guests will have to do without me and my sarcastic quippicisms for three, not two, days. Life, a happy miasmic whirlwind and it's far too early to hit the Oban.