This morning I was rudely awoke at 3am by some drunk singers walking home.
If it was the weekend or even close to the weekend I would have understood, having been one of those drunks stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning.
But it was a TUESDAY night… no where here has cheap drinks or specials on Tuesdays.
After finally getting back to sleep, yet again I was woken up… This time by a leave blower. What happened to a broom?
ARGHHHH it is like the universe has decided I am not allowed to have a good nights sleep anymore.
After a while of tossing and turning holding a pillow over my ears I finally got up. Grumpy and tired I go outside and sit in the sun…and for a moment it was quiet. The sun was warm and holding off the cool chill from the ocean breeze.