8:AM A cat running like crazy upstairs.

10:10 She left about half hour ago. By the time i started to relax (and lower blood sugar) she came back, with a vengeance. She rarely does that in the morning, when she was gone, she was gone.

12:27 PM I went to the kitchen area to grab something to eat. She was there already since i came home (yes, i went on a walk though on antibiotics, otherwise would have been stiff by now). I think this is one of the rare occasions she cooks.

I had the recorder on, installed of a blade of the kitchen fan next to ceiling. To separate here noises from mine.

That was a sequence of several steps that also shook my floor.

During my walk. I met with fairly few people. However they were some at every corner. At this intersection they were a couple of guys with a power tool like this but twice as long trimming the green fence. It looked like a a tiny ladder mocking my description of light. When i looked again, one of the bent showing me his butt.

This could count for blocking one of my chakras involved in regulating blood sugar.

Here at the complex. The official scavenger, always other guy, most likely all from the Hungarian Roma community, hitting the floor of his truck bed with heavy objects from the first bine of the complex.

They usually do this job much earlier on Mondays. As i walked forward, he followed me and when i went to the mailbox he came to the next step (bin) started to pick from the floor a broken garbage sack and then he blew whatever he could not pick with an electric power blower.

14:45 Upstairs she keeps doing it but keeps the big stomps apart in series of 2 or 3 so if i record people would get bored to listen to silence.