The adventures and musings of a recent empty-nested Floridian housewife transplanted to Minneapolis, Minnesota the freezer of America.

11.04.2009

Night Noise

It has been a challenge these last few months getting used to the noise of the city. The sounds of the street seem like they are right out our window even though we are on the 32nd floor. Most times the middle of the night seems like the middle of the day. Not only are all the buildings lit up as if it were daylight, there is the constant rat-a-tat-tat of a jack hammer, beep beep of trucks backing up, police sirens, fire truck sirens, jet planes taking off and landing, motorcycles, it is non-stop. Except for last night. Last night was eerily quiet, but in a good way. Now if my hot flashes didn't wake me every hour or so I'd be all set for a good nights rest.

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