The neighbor’s barking dog is beyond annoying.
Is it my imagination, or are there more sirens screaming day and night and day?
The woman downstairs bumps and bangs around throughout the wee hours until my nerves are frayed and I’m tempted to do violence—but don’t want to end up on 11 pm news…and in a noisy jail cell.
I’m convinced that one day a plane will land, loud and low (crash) on my roof.
The 24/7 pandemic news competes with political palaver…a constant buzz saw.
All of this incites voices in my head to harangue…and I’ve yet to locate Mute button.
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