I used to be a laid-back, calm person. Not anymore.
Rona, DJT and other slayers started my decline, but the kill shot came from the two pre-teen boys next door.
Their school's distance learning only and they are home all day. All day.
Last week. This week. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, ad infinitum.
Hey, little darlings, go play video games, eat ice cream, practice judo.
Anything but bouncing that expletive-deleted basketball over and over and over, two hours at a stretch.
Two or three times a day.
Every day. On the back deck, which adds a wonderful tenor reverb that wafts through the Virginia Creeper and lingers outside my window.
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