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The guy next door has Mondays off, and apparently so do many of his friends. They are dropping in all afternoon, and when the weather is mild (as it was today) will congregate in the driveway twenty feet from my window jabbering and playing with their motorcycles and skateboards and making the dog bark. I, needless to say, get little sleep on nice Mondays anymore. So, after dinner I drink two cups of coffee and before I can fire up the computer, I fall asleep for two hours. Weirdness.

Maybe tomorrow then.