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It is 5 a.m. If you have to be awake, please don't be swearing distressedly in my driveway.
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markgritter is out of town, so rather than use the energy it would take to wrestle a spare comforter onto the bed, I have been sleeping in the guest bed. My usual bed is in the corner of the house farthest from the driveway and the street; the guest bed is in the corner nearest.
At 5:00 a.m., I awoke to the sound of a woman loudly gasping, "Fuck you. Fuck you," with very little breath to spare. I had my glasses on and my phone out and was at the window before I was fully awake, but it didn't take long to be fully awake, either; my brain had started automatically going through under what circumstances I would open the window and yell, under what circumstances I would go downstairs and open the front door, what would mean I would need to call the cops.
It was our newspaper carrier. Getting out of her car to throw our paper. On her cell phone. And I know that life is not always tidily segregated so that you're not having to tell off friends or family members while you're working--wait! Actually my life is that tidily segregated, due to not having to tell off my friends or family members all that often or that urgently! I really feel that making distressed noises loud enough to wake people from outside their houses at 5 a.m. is really not the thing if you can avoid it. Picky me.
The up side is that I know now that my subconscious mind is prepared to try to help a distressed stranger at 5 a.m. So, um, yay?
markgritter is out of town, so rather than use the energy it would take to wrestle a spare comforter onto the bed, I have been sleeping in the guest bed. My usual bed is in the corner of the house farthest from the driveway and the street; the guest bed is in the corner nearest.At 5:00 a.m., I awoke to the sound of a woman loudly gasping, "Fuck you. Fuck you," with very little breath to spare. I had my glasses on and my phone out and was at the window before I was fully awake, but it didn't take long to be fully awake, either; my brain had started automatically going through under what circumstances I would open the window and yell, under what circumstances I would go downstairs and open the front door, what would mean I would need to call the cops.
It was our newspaper carrier. Getting out of her car to throw our paper. On her cell phone. And I know that life is not always tidily segregated so that you're not having to tell off friends or family members while you're working--wait! Actually my life is that tidily segregated, due to not having to tell off my friends or family members all that often or that urgently! I really feel that making distressed noises loud enough to wake people from outside their houses at 5 a.m. is really not the thing if you can avoid it. Picky me.
The up side is that I know now that my subconscious mind is prepared to try to help a distressed stranger at 5 a.m. So, um, yay?
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