My nerves, my nerves!

Lately, I feel as starved for peace and quiet as Moe Fine in that episode of the Three Stooges where he takes a retreat into the woods only to be attacked by a bear that comes to the cabin in search of breakfast. I used to love watching the Stooges with my dad on Saturday and Sunday mornings at noon, following of course, pro-wrestling.

I think I have had my fill of urban "retreat" programs.

My new neighbors across the hall are a group/collective of mural painters. They like to play monotonous dance music or metal while they rock out and work. The spraypaint fumes inevitably waft under my front door. On the other side, a woman from Japan has arrived - choreographer/director/performance artist.

To the temples for different smells and some contemplation....