I write this on Friday evening. My neighbors are whoopin’ yowlin’ drunk out on our shared patio and several times I have heard the click of a lighter for propane – they’re grilling dinner – so if I do not post on Sunday, it’s probably because they, I and the building we live in (I live in a house that has been divided into two apartments) have been blown to kingdom come.
On the bright side, I guess if I get blown up, I don’t need to worry about teaching on Monday. On the downside, I do have opera tickets for Vienna and a gift card for the Met that my mother-in-law gave me that I haven’t used yet and a few miscellaneous concert tickets for the spring (JDD! Sesto! Chicago! March! I’m crazy! But I’m going! Besides, I like Chicago!) and it would be a shame to be detonated before I get to enjoy them. Or possibly they will merely somehow accidentally destroy my car or knock out a window, both of which I could probably deal with.