Y'all, I'm tired.
I worked very hard to get two loads of laundry done last night. I love a freshly made bed with sheets and comforter that smell April fresh. Apparently the cats do too. They were quite happy to snuggle with me last night. Or perhaps it was because I had the window open and the fan going and it was rather cool last night.
I also have jeans to wear again. I think they were all in the dirty laundry pile. And underwear. Hooray for clean underwear!
Another great thing about my apartment, beyond the stairwell entry ways, both front and back, that continually get propped open? Is that last night someone, directly below my window, was smoking a little mota and the fan was propelling it in to my apartment, right to where I was sitting on my only comfortable chair for now. I sat there for a while watching TV waiting for my clothes to dry. Then I had some Doritos.
I think I'm getting used to the train. I've slept (perhaps I use that term a little too loosely) without earplugs the past two nights. Last night was worse than the night before. I kept waking up and kicking the cats as I rolled over. 4:30 is a pretty vivid memory this morning. I don't like 4:30 much.