Or is it beyond the pale to:
A. Honk your car horn on a residential street at 7:50 a.m.
B. Operate power tools that make loud whining noises on a residential street at 7:55 a.m.
Ben sleeps like the dead. He's on the couch in the living room, close to all the noise, and yet drools peacefully. We both slept on the couch last night because we got new windows yesterday, see, and the window edges are sealed with this caulk, see, and I looked at the label on a caulk tube and it was horrifying. This chemical and that, you've got your mineral spirits. Warning this and warning that, I think there was mention of the brain. The bedrooms are less airy and smelled more toxic, so Ben and I shared the couch. I can fall asleep there to the TV, no problem, but spending the night there with another human? Problem. That's four nights in a row of inadequate sleep. Unlike those of you who always get inadequate sleep and are used to functioning that way, I don't like it. Ben has also been getting inadequate amounts of sleep [from outside, again: honk! reply honk!], too, which is really the bigger problem. And I need to dislodge him from said couch if he's going on that school field trip this morning.
Wow. I've outdone myself. This has got to be my single least interesting post ever.