You’d never guess there had ever been any such thing as night.
Night-time in my neighborhood isn’t much like night-time anymore. Everybody’s got outdoor lights that burn all night, all aimed at everybody else’s bedroom windows.
To have even a chance of getting a decent night’s sleep, I have to put heavy sheets of cardboard over the window and run the air conditioner every night… because if I don’t run it, there are cars racing up and down on street all night–really, who bothers with mufflers anymore?–and most of them are playing truly rotten “music” on their sound systems.
Never mind the heart attacks. We’re all just going crazy.
Here, where I live, it is log trucks beginning at or before 3AM, so I always know about how much more time I have to try to sleep. Always something.
I get motorcycles. There must be a motorcycle club somewhere near my neighborhood. But as for light, I like the fact that the street lights cast a soft glow into my apartment. That way if Iggy decides to throw up in the middle of the night, I don’t have to turn on all the lights before I jump up and make sure he isn’t doing it on the carpet. 🐱
I used to blame most of the noise on motorcycles, but lately I’ve seen so many cars rocketing around without mufflers. Whommmp, whommmmp, whooommmmmp–!
Foam ear-plugs, 35 decibel strength or better.
Wow