And here I was thinking we were too pooped to make it to see fireworks this year.
But then we went out on the back porch.
Who knew? A near-perfect view of the Jack London Square fireworks happening downtown.
So there we were, in bathrobes and jammies, snuggled up just outside our back door, watching the sky light up, the booms and crashes bouncing off the low clouds.
I've always wanted to be able to just step outside the door, or go up on the roof, and just watch the fireworks without having to go anywhere.
I think just hanging out on the back porch pretty much checks that one off the list. Thanks, awesome Oakland apartment!
Happy Independence Day, everyone. Grace comes when you least expect it.