My kids and most of my friends would probably give the affirmative. In fact, I think I would agree as well, but hopefully I am not a danger to myself or those around me.
I am sitting at my computer as the dogs eat their breakfast, at 5am. Nothing abnormal, except that I am a wee distressed to see that my pup is still limping so I ponder my options.
At about 5:30 I hear the tamping of metal fence posts. The new neighbors are once again working on their dog fence. No big deal; in fact it makes me smile. I've only seen the guys once in the driveway. They are my perfect neighbors. I have never seen nor heard them, other than the rhymthic metal on metal pounding of the fence line. I'm up, and perhaps they heard me with my dogs on their first outing. I figure they want to get a few more feet in the ground before heading to work.
It's a chilly morning. So chilly that the over head fan feels cold. The fan behind me a bit and to the left. My deaf ear side. The fan on which I have hung, for now, my cool Cardigan Welsh Corgi wind spinner thingy on. Yep, that's the one. I get up to turn it off for the first time in days. There is a gentle breeze blowing in through the window in front of me. Blowing in and hitting that spinner, made of metal, ever so gently. "There is no need for the fan," think I. Interesting that the dogs have not alerted on the neighbors...
Also interesting that the fence post setting is so very rhythmic...getting where I am going here?
Yep. Sweet neighbor boys were likely still in slumber land. I think I need more sleep myself. I think allergy congestion along with the deafness in my left ear has really messed up my sense of where sound is originating. As soon as I turned off the fan, the fence post setting magically stopped. Coincidence? I think not.
It does, however, still make me smile. Just for a different reason.