Sunday, April 21, 2002

1:30 on Sunday, and yesterday in bed totally zonked out till 11:30 am; yet another weekend in the upstairs neighbor's band of boyrs who come over on Friday evening and stay through Sunday afternoon, and are AWAKE, making noise, ALL NIGHT LONG, despite clauses in the lease. At least repeated complaints and a complaint directly to the very responsive landlords who love this place, having lived in it for many years, resulted in music being turned down when we call and ask (at 12:30, not at 11:00 when the lease states quiet hours are).
All this subtle loss of sleep on the weekends for months is, I think, sapping our energy; is certainly not helping my health any by kicking the weekend circadian cycles around half the day. I was up at 4am this morning with the upstairs conversational noise, and worked on the contract editing I have here to do, but zonked out again at 7:15 when things finally got quiet.
Now they're doing laundry for the guests, vaccuuming all over (a daily ritual, I think the one who has a cat looking to her even though she keeps it outside 90% of the 24-hour day is either allergic or obsessive-compulsive).
It would be a drag to have to move from this lovely home just to seek out a decent night's sleep...but how far can we reasonably push back to this thinks-she's-being-the-soul-of-reason by being willing to turn down the music?
Beginning of March, she made no response to our coming up and pounding on the door, only after complaining vigorously to the landlords, who had a talk with her, did we get her phone number and her stated willingness to be responsive to a phone call requesting quiet.
This sleep deprivation on the weekends is really painful.

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