It sounded like upstairs has been potato-sack racing in spurs for the last 20 hours.
But then I saw a bunch of strange men … and a moving truck.
I’ve gotten fooled before, but I did take a photo of their open door and assorted crap outside of it. 
I know better than to be hopeful. But, you know, after 240 nights without sleep, I’m kinda ready for more than three consecutive hours of peace.