he's off the hook

Since, in His infinite Wisdom, God ordained that some sweet soul would invent my beloved night-time sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so-I-can-rest medicine (aka NyQuil)...I think Mr. 44 is off the hook.

I'm by no means ready for a marathon (or a half-marathon for that matter), but I am feeling better.

Now, what's funny (strange and a little haha) is that I'm a little bit miffed that I don't have this excuse to be mad at my neighbor. I guess I wanted a 'legitimate' excuse to think meanly about him (actually, I think it's technically 'them', but I freely assume that the man is the one who pulled the parking faux pas). How horrible is THAT? [Yes, I know the "freely assume...man" bit is a whole other can of worms.]

Maybe what I should do is bake them some cookies when I come back from Houston and take them over and introduce myself. I'm sure all the door slamming and general loudness would be a lot less annoying (and frequent, even) if we had some sort of neighborly relationship which actually made them stop and think "Hey, I bet Dovie is asleep...we should be quiet in the hall!" or opened the door, so to speak, to a friendly "Hey...could you try and not slam the door at 2am on a Saturday night?" or "Hey...would you mind moving your car into its parking spot so I can get mine out?"

This is where I prove all of you who think I'm an extrovert wrong. The only reason I haven't done this before is that THEY ARE STRANGERS! The idea of proactive relationship development with strangers I'm not even sure I want to know TOTALLY WEARS ME OUT...and it even STRESSES ME OUT. See...told you I'm an introvert!