My neighbors are having a party tonight. The husband came over and told my h earlier, and apologized in advance for the loud music and promised they'd wrap it up by 3am. I'm like um, did you mention to him that I have to start work at 6am Sunday? He said no. Gee thanks, dear. Oh well, I can always take a nap on my lunch break I suppose. One of the benefits of working at home. We have an extremely quiet neighborhood usually; with the exception of when there's a train on the nearby tracks. I'll deal with it, since he was nice enough to come over and let us know. If I had any vacation time available, I'd have taken tomorrow off but I don't have any right now so, oh well! I have some melatonin in the medicine cabinet so maybe I'll take a dose before I go to bed so I'll have a chance to sleep through it anyway.