It always seems that the one day you get to sleep in, someone…. someone out there… has something going on that interrupts your period of zen. In my world it was a neighbor with, yes, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, which are known to be loud. But it could as easily be a guy who insists on mowing his lawn at some unholy hour of the morning, or the guy that runs his chain saw or or leaf blower or whatever. I say that with some self-conscious awareness as I realized one Sunday that my morning firewood cut with the chainsaw was probably quite audible to the morning neighbors and churchgoers within the block. So for someone out there, I was “that guy”.

So while we *did* have the loud motorcycle neighbor, I couldn’t be too critical…. especially since I have a motorcycle of my own (not a Harley) and I love to ride it– so there was a certain level of sympathy on my part. Just… not before coffee-time.