Day 34:

Things have taken a turn for the worse.  Not the virus.  That seems to be giving up it's strangle hold on Northern Italy and is heading off to other parts of the world.  No this is something else and it is dire indeed.  Crazy dude upstairs has taken up singing again.  Loudly.  With the windows open.  Today is was an hour of "Unchain my heart".  Of course it took me an hour to figure out that's what he was singing.  Over and over.  "Oooonchen ma arrrt...".  He is also smoking more.  It's probably the stress of being home with his OCD wife and Italian Alex P Keaton kid.  He stands out on his front terrace, (above OUR front terrace), and smokes.  He then tosses the butts down where they often land on the terracotta roof of the entry way.  The problem here, apart from the grossness of this, is that the roof is covered with dry pine needles from the big trees lining the path.  Someday he's going to start a fire.  Fortunately we will be able to escape being on the ground floor but they will break their legs in the jump to safety.  AHAHAHAH!  (evil laugh)  Stay well.  xxoo me