Yup, I'm officially in the twilight zone. Or rather, the zone where Sicilian drum and bugle corps belt out their tunes from the nearby campo sportivo. Oh ya, did I mention that it's 22:30? Sure, I don't have to get up in the morning, but what about the people that do? What about the people that have to get up at 06:00, roll into work at 7:42 and stand around smoking and drinking cappuccino all day, passing the buck saying, "no no no, I don't fix, Salvo.... he fix.... but he go to Palermo.... he be back tomorrow"? WHAT ABOUT THEM?
The drumming ain't too bad (but really, how hard could it be?) but the trumpet playing, holy crap. So bad. Out of tune, barrel full of missed notes.....almost as bad as a band of bagpipers.
I'm assuming they're rehearsing for some patron saint festival and what not. I guess that's what the cannons that go off at 07:00 are rehearsing for too.
Tonight is my first official night as a navy wife. What does that mean, you civilians ask? It means I'm spending the night alone. Nope, he's not on deployment. He has to work all night..... at work. Poor guy. He has had 10 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours.... my heart breaks at the thought of his fatigue. Each day has started with either running or swimming at the crack of dawn no less.