So, joy of joys, the banshee is back. I got woken up in the early hours of the morning by her screaming and whining at her boyfriend, followed by her crying that she didn't take any crystal meth, she swears, followed by more whining. I was hoping the city did something about these aggressive drug addict vagrants but I guess not. I hope they go away and/or stop making a noise.
Didn't try and MBSR or binaural stuff yesterday, and between the noise outside and the howling gale force wind my sleep was very interrupted. I recall recalling that I had a mildly interesting dream at some point but I do not remember the details. Alas.