Milton has been gone for the past week. It’s been heavenly. No blaring television, no stomping around, no jazz karaoke club, no disco step-aerobics, no dropped free weights, and no buckets of filthy water tossed onto my patio.
The heavenliness ended at about 11:00 last night, when I was awakened to the sound of Milton stomping up and down the hallway stairs. Aieee! That was followed by much galloping around upstairs. I finally got back to sleep, only to be re-awakened at 2:45 ayem by what sounded like someone jumping off a bed or chair. That was followed by more stomping, only this time it sounded like he was actually running around in circles.
Asshelmet!
red paper boat 