The television on the main floor is so loud that I’ve fled to the basement and am checking blogs I don’t even like, just to waste time because I cannot sleep with that racket going. This would at least kill time quietly, except the only other person awake in the house is, apparently, feeling lonely, and has come downstairs to keep me company, handing photos over my shoulder, humming in my ear, occasionally announcing the shameful deaths of small children in various spots around the world, and, yes,
LEAVING THE TELEVISION GOING FULL BLAST IN THE OTHER ROOM.
I may kill someone soon.


