Alone with my thoughts,and my neighbors music

Good afternoon journal,the time is 13:09pm,and I have been awake for some three hours or so;my morning having been spent trying to relax,and ease my cramped and painful body,I am happy to report that,although still in pain,I can at least move a little better than before;at least enough to come here.My wife has gone to rest for a bit,having been awake for nineteen hours on a project very dear to her,she needs to sleep now,and I am left alone with my thoughts,one dog,and my neighbors rock music.He is a young man my neighbor,full of vitality and life,I envy him greatly,we very rarely see or hear him,not because he is exceptionally quiet,he is just so rarely at home,preferring to spend his time away at the home of a young female friend,and returning only periodically to pick up mail and generally keep his home dust free.He is a thoroughly likeable and pleasant young man,polite and respectful,and with a ready smile that probably goes a long way in explaining his success with the fairer sex,but when he is home,his taste in music is somewhat,well,loud is the word that springs to mind.Our youngest dog,who has remained with me whilst his two older sisters have retired with my wife,continues to protest his disapproval of the decibel shattering concert from my neighbors home loudly and vociferously,despite my best efforts to soothe him,and joins in enthusiastically with my young neighbors musical harmonies,which he sings badly,but with equal lung straining enthusiasm,along to his varied compact disc collection.Happy new year my young neighbor,I cannot wait to hear the new additions to your growing musical library which you no doubt received in your bulging Christmas Stocking.
    Today,I am feeling a little stronger,and I am grateful for that,my legs are still weak,but I can stand and walk around for a few minutes,which helps enormously.My mind seems calmer and more focused,the whispers making only fleeting appearances,and with nothing of importance to reveal to me.In a way,I suppose,it's like having a conversation between myself and three others,I would not call them friends,but it is becoming a fairly normal occurrence during my daily life,and I accept them as being a part of myself as much as an arm or a leg might be viewed,it is just there,it belongs to me,and so do they it seems.Well journal,it appears that I will have to leave it there for now,my young pup is becoming ever more fractious and it is becoming hard to concentrate,so until tomorrow then,peace be with us.