12:20 a.m. Why go to bed when they’re just outside my bedroom window pressure washing the streets and sidewalks? (At 12:20 in the morning!? Hey! They’re early tonight! It’s usually at quarter to one!)
Might as well wait, rather than lying there watching the pattern of their flashing orange lights and the patterns they make as they shine through the metal filagree bars in front of my window. It makes quite a light show.
LATER: 12:50 a.m. One wouldn’t think they’d need to make 5 passes on a one-block, dead-end street! I can go to bed now. Buona notte.