Sunlight on Rain Drops on Wood Post
I think he may have received his noisy bastard letter. His radio was blasting jazz when I got home, then it switched to blathering pundits, but by 7:00 he’d turned it off entirely, and he was quiet for the rest of the evening. It’s almost too good to be true. I guess the acid test will be how much noise he makes over the weekend.
And while I’m crankypantsing, I recently downgraded to the one-at-a-time Netflix plan. I noticed that they seem to think that means I don’t want my fil-ums as quickly, because an extra day has been added to the turn-around time. Not cool! I returned Tideland on Tuesday, and will supposedly receive my next disc today. I should have received it yesterday. Waaah!
red paper boat 