ON ACCEPTING THE FRENCH IDEA OF GENIUS:

Bloomsday (It says it is Irish...I think they made it up).

The moon is waxing and in its second quarter.

Tommorrow: (That means Friday...I haven't slept yet, it isn't tommorrow. Make sense of that, I do).
Bunker Hill Day.

Ah, you little known holidays. We should pick one and make it our own, throw a big shindiggidy.

Summer Solstice is Tuesday. Do something summery, commune people...I don't see any communing!