distressed digs...

I don't think I'd like to live in the shop. A freight train went through town on the hour every hour. It's purpose was to remind nobody that it was doing that. The town is evacuated by midnight as there is so much to do here at the time... like nothing. It's 7am and there is no place open to get coffee within a reasonable walking distance. At 7am, reasonable to me is 10 blocks. The walls are paper thin, brick and glass, so I heard and felt every one's bass speakers that drove by, the wind shaking and rattling everything that can shake and rattle, the early morning delivery/garbage removal pings and pangs, and then some noises that I can say I have long forgot existed or have never experienced. At home, I may wake up suspecting it was a raccoon shuffling about the compost pile or a lessor something getting eaten by a greater something that softly nudged me from my slumber.

 

I suppose this is all something I could get used to in time.