I've been doing a little more grading and talking to my Jeff. Our next door neighbors, who formerly rocked a lot, are holding a convention of wannabe gangbangers on their front lawn.1 A very loud convention. Up until 15 minutes or so ago, the kids were out there playing too (at 11 at night, in 43 degree weather. WTF?) I'm not about to go out there and ask them to shut the hell up, but I wish they would.2
I can't wait to get moved out of the city. You know who I want for our next neighbors? Cows.
1. Okay. Around here, maybe not so much with the wannabe.
2. And finally, blessedly, as I type this, they have.