Let’s All Drink, Smoke, and Be Merry…

My new neighbor is a very strange and very interesting creature.  Since he moved into Joyce’s house weeks ago, all he does is sit on the carport and drink beer and smoke cigarettes all day every day. He’s developed quite a smoker’s hack and I can hear him cough from my computer room.  He’s been doing this for weeks.  He will occasionally go for a beer or lunch run, but mostly he is sitting in his chair on his carport sunup and sundown.  He doesn’t go inside until about 10 or 11pm.  I assume to sleep.

I awoke about 7am as dawn arrived this morning and looked out into the predawn dark through the kitchen window and there he was already in his comfy chair for his day with the carport light lighting the way.

“There is something very strange about your neighbor,” Charlie told me last Sunday night. “I don’t think he is right in the head.”

“I know,” I replied. “I try not to gawk and I mind my own business. He always waves hello and I reciprocate.  He seems to be a nice guy.  He is quiet as a church mouse thankfully.”

“He must have agoraphobia,” my father chimed in forever the armchair psychiatrist. 

Normalized Sleeping schedule…

It seems I am on a much more normal sleeping schedule now.  I went to bed at 11pm last night and woke up at around 7am this morning. That’s a good eight hours of sleep and much more aligned with what normal people do. Whatever normal is.

photo credit:   http://amhistory.si.edu/militaryhistory/collection/object.asp?ID=80