I started writing something else but haven’t finished it. I’m not sure where that piece is going or what it really wants to be. It’s kind of about ageism, and maybe I will come back to it. I don’t know. Meantime, it’s New Year’s Day. As usual, I was asleep well before midnight, though the fireworks woke me. I didn’t mind and would have slept through after if not for my neighbor shrieking at her partner at one a.m. My building is quite quiet. I rarely hear any noise. but her shrill voice is her superpower. It cuts through any wall. Not his–I can never hear his response. Fortunately, their arguments are not an extremely frequent occurrence, but often enough that I am enjoying getting my small revenge.
And to you! Thanks.