On Strategic Topiary

The landscaping guys cut down a tree just outside my apartment window.

It's not a big deal, I've been waking up way too early lately anyway, why not get up an hour earlier to chainsaws? I guess the people who bought our buildings actually wanted them to be seen from the road, or something. Go figure.

But the whole treeline is broken now. Even if it doesn't act as efficient a sound buffer, I hope they put in another Japanese maple or something similar.

Still, I guess all those nights of wandering naked past my second-floor window with all the lights on are over.

Probably should knock out the nude noon tai chi and sunbathing while watching the grade schoolers get off the bus, too, huh?