So.
I drew a hot bath, opened the window to let in the warm air, put on a beautiful album that the Girl brought over, and as soon as I slip into the water somebody starts running a leaf blower outside my window. Grrrrr.
They then followed it up by revving their farting, sputtering Harley. Psshh.

To Colleen, Alena, and Uncle Mer; 3 who left us prematurely in 03/03:

May your souls drift, like delicate fingers of smoke, to the restful place of peace you had always wished for and worked for, in the way you lived your lives.