…and it’s most probably the God of Sleep.

Sunday is my day to sleep in.  So is Saturday, by the way.  I see no reason to get up before 10:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning.  Or a Saturday for that matter.

This past Sunday morning at about 6:00 a.m., I was awoken by a loud helicopter flying overhead (queue Platoon sound effects).  Once that abomination finally subsided, I was just about to fall back asleep when the boiler kicked in and made all sorts of pipe banging sounds at 7:00 a.m., which lasted 30 minutes.

Needless to say, I was very cranky the rest of Sunday.