Things That Go Bump in the Night

Last night, Deb and I heard a strange sound akin to hammering coming from the apartment adjoining ours. We looked at the clock, and commented that it was pretty late for someone to be hanging a picture or something. However, when the sound of the picture-hanging increased in both volume and frequency (read: louder and faster), we realized that our neighbors were in the process of making more neighbors. Now, while this may make you chuckle (not only at our G-rated minds, but at the thought of the slow-dawning realization that we shared because of it), keep in mind that most of the people we've seen around here so far are way beyond retirement age. Now that your sick little fantasy of our neighbors being happy newlyweds has been shattered by the mental picture of Hume Cronyn and Jessica Tandy "gettin' busy" (as the kids say), I'll leave you to lose your lunch in the privacy of your own home.