All Things Profane and Sacred

Just one more week in this madhouse and I'm retiring to my garden cottage in friendly Woodstock. How long, oh lord? The neighbors are rattling the walls with their techno, the loud sex lady is screaming her approbation of her lover's moves and arguing couple is, well, arguing. All I want is peace, rest. And having a bar within walking distance really caps the cherry.

At least loud sex lady should be done soon. I wish I could say the same about techno thumpers and arguing couple.