Friday. Woke up. No sign of life from my neighbors house. If she dies my life will only become more confusing. I will not know how to feel and even though she was the cause of the weed problems, they will not get any better with her gone. My neighbor is so useless that if she died nothing would change. I take small consolation in the fact that if I died, it would inconvenience a great many people.
Drove to the school. The floors looked extra shiny. I guess the night janitor must be using a new shellac; that or there's a new night janitor.
Drove home. Watched TV, pet the cat, and kept peering over at my neighbor's house to see if anything new was happening. No lights on.