“Remoted” – Day 395 (Thursday)

Today, the day in my head and the day on the calendar matched, which was a refreshing change from yesterday. It took a lot of energy yesterday to keep pulling my brain back into the right day. This was energy not available today, due to some late-night shenanigans. 

You awake?

Usually, it’s the dogs waking me up to go out to potty, but this morning, it was the neighbors across the street at the nuisance house. The house of annoyance has been quiet for several months, which lulled me into what now appears to be a false sense of contentment. 

Last night set things back onto the usual track, with loud talking in the street that woke me up at 1:30 am and continuing until 1:45. There was another wakeup at 2:15. And again at 3:00. This was much worse than being roused awake once by dogs for a few minutes. 

After the 2:15 wakeup I got out of bed to look out the window and assess the situation before burying my head under pillows. There were seven guys outside, dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, ball caps and sneakers, and at least that many extra SUVs double parked in the street. The talking was loud enough to hear that one guy was considered by the others to be too drunk to drive, and the rest were trying to keep him from driving and agree to be driven home by someone else.

The belligerent drunk insisted he was fine. Many times. Loudly. The ruckus was periodically punctuated by female voices. A couple times, someone mentioned that “it’s only Wednesday.” This was clearly weekend caliber partying, drunkenness and yelling, and never mind the neighbors with jobs to deal with in the morning.

The various chapters of this saga were audible with the windows closed, so the volume was clearly up to 11, as was my annoyance. At least there was quality sleep before the street performance and again from 3:30 until 6:00. Thank goodness for small favors.