Having some Blackhouse in a no-name rusticated apple. It’s a chilly one today, and if it wasn’t for all of the leaf buds and pollen induced stuffiness, I’d think it was November. Not to fear though, the weekend looks fine and I’m gonna go fishing.
Neighbors across the street have actually crossed a line with me. They’ve installed the absolute brightest light imaginable below the eaves on the front of their house, and it shines directly through my front windows and lights up my living room. It’s searchlight-bright, stadium light bright, beyond anything reasonable, and i hate it. Predictably, they have not come outside since installing the light, so I haven’t had a chance to tell them to aim it somewhere else. I may have to break out the pellet gun...