I had a follow-up appt. this morning, w/ my PCP. I had to get up early, to catch an early bus. Three times, during the night my sleep was interrupted. Twice I received knocks on my door. The other occurrence was someone buzzing my buzzer, b/c they were trying to get ahold of my neighbor. I told them they had the wrong apartment, then I tried to go back to sleep. At 2am, I was up for good. I had given up on trying to get a good night’s sleep. A little after 4am, there was the ringing of the fire alarm. It was caused by some type of occurrence at the apartment to the right of me. It is not easy being me. It is probably not easy being anyone, given the state of affairs. Life goes on. I do the best that I can. Yesterday, a deacon came to my building to offer the Sacrament of Penance and the Holy Communion. I am going to try my best to live as a good Catholic. I was invited to a family get together for Easter, but the host of the event is getting over Covid-19, so I do not think that it would be a good idea to attend. My neighbor to the right of myself has not spoken to me since I called 911, last week when I smelled gas coming from her apartment. She now calls me a “snitch”. I harbor no ill-will, as Jesus has always forgiven us, therefore that is what we must do, regardless of poor treatment. More later.