Finally, a cool morning.
A cool Saturday morning.
The perfect opportunity to pull the covers up and linger just a tad bit longer in bed.
The guy next door decides that 7 am is the perfect time to begin removing the tree that fell during the storm from his back yard.
With a power saw. A big, noisy power saw.
On a cool Saturday morning.
At 7 am.
A rare perfect moment is stolen by someone who clearly has no suburbanite outdoor maintenance manners.
He's young. He doesn't know.
Perhaps his mother never taught him the rules.
Might as well get up and watch the cute, young neighbor.....in his tight jeans....as he bends down to cut up that tree....as I sip my first hot chai latte of the season.....
There are some things worth getting out of bed for.