Crackling

9am

Workmen arrive outside our back door.

They never knock and just keep talking in the quickest, highly intelligent, relaxed hippy-type stream of assessment I’ve ever experienced.

It’s like having a human burbling brook appear outside my window.

Melodic cacophony downloading and processing analysis information.

The puppy’s bark collar is not working because the refill cartridges were eaten by the highway, and rumor had it no more existed locally.

She begins to “wuff!” Low bark and growl constantly.

I can’t blame her – but, she can’t bark here.

Boiler plate lit inside by cbd goes from zero to 102 degrees, instantly.

1-2am before, got a blink of sleep before picking up youngling from late shift.

5-9am a brief nap that was not repleat.

930am

Try to get youngling to have pup in bedroom.

Pup clambers and whines, trying to go after cats and eat everything.

Youngling too tired to be nice and cbd has me wratched.

Brief argument squabbles between us spit fire and venom.

Puppy is my charge, again.

10am

I give up trying to recover and get dressed.

The never-ending river-speak has now engaged upstairs neighbors.

Getting the dogs leashed: I’ll introduce them.

Panicking internally without externally transmitting because puppy needs to not begin bay-barking.

Go to the back door, dogs barely under control.

Pull aside curtain and open door – Nothing.

From 1 second before, they’ve all vanished!

No sign of them, anywhere.

Youngling gripes by text to get cartridges.

I gripe back they could “kiss my biscuit” and find a source.

Cartridges found and held for later pickup.

Returned to bed with earplugs in to calm distress.

Neighbors above, inside, won’t stop loudly talking.

The earplugs at least muffle.

Then, they turn on loud base, which pounds through body – erupting system.

If I responded how my body and jacked-up emotional mind wanted me to, the walls would not be left standing!