Being Neighborly

The upstairs neighbor is busy tonight, trundling his furniture to and fro, apparently with very large people still sitting in it. (I am going solely by the sound of it all, mind you - there might be skiing elephants, or rolling rhinos, or perhaps he is stripping the flooring with a hand axe.)

That’s okay, however, as I am listening to MASH episodes at full volume to cover the noise.

Viva la neighborness.