Zzzzzzzz
Time and time again, the world proves that it’s out to steal my precious sleep. Yesterday it was Fiona knocking on my window at 1pm (keep in mind that I went to bed at 6am), today it was a chainsaw-wielding maniac at 7am.
While I’m extremely grateful that those bad-ass ghost gums (Trees. Eucalypts if you want to be specific) from next door have been cut down — since their only apparent function was to spread massive amounts of leaf litter and twigs over our driveway and courtyard all year round — I’d sooner not have a team of tree-destroyers start work nine feet from my bedroom window at 7am.
On the bright side, we may never need to sweep our front or back yards ever again.