Worst sleep ever

I’ve just discovered that the bedroom window that blows such nice cool breezes faces a truck route. That’s fine. That just means that starting at 4 a.m., there’s heavy rumbling traffic noises that bring me a tad closer to being awake than I’d like to be.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the major feature of last night. It seems a neighborly household was in an agitated state, and a couple would go outside onto their porch ever two hours to scream at each other. It’s one thing for there to be loud voices, it’s another to hear two people screaming, yelling, talking in that threatening dark tone, and generally upsetting the baby Sonya. There was a lot of “when you go off to work scream, scream scream” and “who’s paying for their school? I am scream, scream, scream”.

They’re no Crazy Aunt Purl’s neighbors, but they may prove to be contemporaries.

I thought about calling the police, but the first outburst was probably 15 minutes long, and I was absorbed in listening to their fight, and deciding if it was awful enough to call about. By the third time, I decided that maybe they needed to get this out of their systems.

I swear to you on this stack of laptop, if I hear so much as a peep tonight, I’m calling the po-po.

Off to GA orientation ::