Doodle
gel pen on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
I got a call from the maintenance guy this ayem, and they are going to be here bright and early tomorrow to install the new furnace.
I don’t know which I’m more sick of, not having heat, or sleeping in the “warm” living room. Last night, Mr. Upstairs spent the entire night–starting at about 11:00!–cleaning. First, it was the dishwasher, which is not, alas, a quiet model. Then, he commenced vacuuming–again, kinda loud! At about 12:30 he started rearranging furniture. At 2am, he recommenced with the vacuuming. In between the aforementioned events, there was much stomping around and dropping of heavy objects. I think he was intentionally trying to make me cry.
What in the hell is wrong with him?! I just don’t understand how a grown, adult human could think that sort of obnoxious behavior is acceptable. Was he absent on the day they studied sound waves in physics class?
And then there’s Miss Pandora, bless her heart. Somewhere in all the upstairs noise-making, I managed to drift off to sleep, only to be abruptly awakened by the sound of the vertical blinds clanging together. It was Pandora, running back and forth, along the patio window. “Clank clank clank” is not, as it turns out, very good music to sleep by.
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