I had a surreal cliched moment this morning. About 1.30am or so I hear my neighbor's bed upstairs start squeaking. I put down my book and stared at the ceiling. There were a handful of half starts and out of sync squeaks, but I giggled as I put up my hands in the first position for an orchestra conductor.

In my best impression of Michael J Fox's "Brantly" from "The Secret of my Success" I played out the scene and laughed some more. It was getting particularly vicious as the wood was being brought to bear (so to speak), and ended with a crescendo of bed on wall.

A bit of thumping in the bed room and the to the bathroom the night was still again.

I picked up my book and finished out the chapter.

As an aside, I'm really not into this book. William Gibson's "Spook Country" is kind of "meh".