2025-08-02

My neighbors upstairs are terribly noisy, often partying deep into the night. Nothing ruins the sleep like waves of hysterical high pitch laughter at two in the morning.

Crummy night begets a crummy day today. After my morning coffee, the home finally fell silent again-my neighbors must have passed out. Though I immediately wanted to crawl back to bed, I dragged the violin out of its case and played as loud as I could for a good hour. It did't sound particularly good, but better than whatever the heck went down upstairs last night, I thought.

After lunch, both Henry and I couldn't hold off the sleep bug anymore and dozed off on the couch for most of the afternoon. Purring rumbly-grumbly beside me, I think he was also glad it was over-for now.