My body is heavy and I’m still dreaming. The loud bark of the lawn mower has all but destroyed my fine rest. Why does Henry have to begin mowing his lawn at 5:47AM?  The sun could rise a little higher before his fanatical behavior begins, especially on such a quiet sunny day like today is forecast to be.

I crash my bare little toe into the edge of the stove on my way to get my much-needed cup of coffee. I cuss in pain and turn the coffee pot on. That retched mower still screams, disturbing my now scattered brain. So much for my peaceful morning.

The blasted racket of his mower sounds like he is in my kitchen. I hold my coffee mug closer to me and shut my eyes, hoping it will also shut off the deafening god-awful noise. Then I realize this irritating neighbor has mowed my lawn too.