Sweetie is upstairs napping before our Friday pilgrimage to the gym, so I'm using this time to write a post. I wanted desperately to nap, but the two thousand-billion decibel level of the children's party (probably about a mile away, but it might as well be in the living room) was disrupting my efforts to join Sweetie in blissful sleep.
Yes, it's Friday late afternoon/early evening, it's April, it's children's birthday party season again. No children's birthday party in Israel is complete without
professional entertainment, usually a man, equipped with a really loud sound system that will blare not only his voice, but also every irritating techno beat known to mankind. They tend to last from 1600-1900.
I have determined that whenever we buy a permanent dwelling for us to live in, it should be surrounded by many acres of land. Either that, or be thoroughly soundproofed.
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