No, I’m not sleeping well. How about you?
Thursday, November 9th, 2006I remember when the Webmaster and I were first married, our apartment complex had something they called “quiet hours.” Between 10 pm and 6 am, they asked you to kindly please not run your dishwasher/do your laundry (we had a washer and dryer in our unit, as did most everyone else)/vacuum/let your car alarm malfunction […]

