Tonight's sunset. A collage, for fun.
I just heard my neighbors having sex. (I think their window is usually closed as I only hear them on still nights.) The man was the loud one. And it wasn't nice(ish) like porn sounds. He sounded like he was triumphantly taking a dump. I'm sorry. There's just no way to pretty it up for you. Now you know my pain. I'm glad we shoulder this burden together.
I would imagine if you're in it, you wouldn't care. All of my partners have been pretty quiet. My neighbors through the years thanked them, I'm sure. As I in return was always grateful to my neighbors for keeping it down. Especially with kids around.
What does one say when your kids hear it? One time, my daughter, who was sleeping, came running in, very frightened, wondering if we should call 911. Hell yes. For ugly sex sounds.
I'm slightly jealous, of course, that they have the opportunity for a satisfying sex life (older couple, in their 60s.). But really more annoyed about the decibel level at 11:30 p.m.
That's my story for today. My brain took a break from pondering the "meaning of life." I'm sure it will be back. I was distracted anyway by work. I really do like having something to do! And money for rent!