So I woke up this morning, as I so often do, to the booming voices of our downstairs neighbors. A pair of strapping Italian men, who like to stand out on their porch and yell a variety of unintelligible things.
Given their inflection, they always seem to be saying "I can't believe I found you sleeping with my brother!". Somehow, though, I wonder if they are just exclaiming, "we're out of milk!".
Random morning moment...there's a story in there, somewhere.
An unrelated amendment: 814 words today.