Noise and Windstorms

 About SIX hours of sleep

Blame the crossword which I did finally solve and nerves.

And I got a shower before my 10:30 Zoom call and the morning noises.

The morning noises:

--Deaf blind (technically very low vision so we communicate by squinting at each other's handwriting) guy two doors down doing his periodic incomprehensible frustration yelling. For some reason he was convinced his brother died. The first time he knocked I did not get mask, pen, pad until after he left. The second time he came my door was ajar and he waited while ...  No, he doesn't know whether his brother is sick. I did not ask who told him or why he thought... 

     I asked permission to contact his brother and his case manager at DBSC. I was in middle of Zoom call but able to email the case manager that neighbor was worried about his brother. By the time I got off the Zoom call and called the brother, brother had sent neighbor a fax, their usual path of communication. I called brother and he sounded strong and healthy so I wished him good holidays and resisted the temptation to nag him to be more frequently in contact with his brother. Look I get that the outside brother considers himself high risk and does not want to come around Center Park, but ya know, the fax works most of the time. Yelling in frustration unnerves the neighbors....

--Toddler across the hall sometimes needs to scream. This seems not connected with say yelling, just that he is fussy sometimes

--Noisy sort of fearsome dog around the corner needed to bark.

Later in day on my expedition to buy cat litter and a few groceries, there was more noise in the form of foul-mouthed guy on the bus. First he yelled when someone he knew got on the bus. Then he kept cursing. The yelling and cursing and even threat to shoot everyone got a lot worse when driver stopped at a stop. At the stop there was a woman complaining that she felt like she was going to faint. At first the driver tried to persuade the woman just to get on ride the last two stops to the transit center. But I do not blame the passenger for not wanting to get on while Mr. Foul-mouth was going off and demanding that the driver get the bus moving. The driver decided to call the paramedics. A second bus came along the route and everyone got transferred to that bus while the paramedics dealt with...  No idea what happened to Mr. Foul mouth except that I managed to reasonably frame and  shoot a picture without him even noticing

Today I think I should call my ophathlmologist about the double vision issue. 

The diarrhea is not constant and seems to have some relation to what and how much I eat. I really have NO energy but it seems better when I move around even though I should NOT try to run a marathon.

Speaking of contrarians:

Cliff Mass Weather blog forecast for Thanksgivineg and Windstorm history

Now I will return to the late night comics and post election shenanigans. Fun?