It's a weird goddamn time right now being so isolated that my iceberg of depression grows every day, but at the same time I'm a day away from joining NextDoor so I can complain about all the kids playing at general racket in my neighborhood. I've resorted to drunk dialing old friends late at night just to hear their voices, and I LOATHE talking on the telephone.
But even with all the irritating racket of my neighbors, today I learned I am very thankful that I do not live next door to this family. From The Oklahoman: