Mr Beepy. Is listening. To Opera.
It may be a sign of the apocalypse.
I'm not sure what to think of that.
I think Mr. Beepy has relatives in Utah. The gals in the room next door came in at eleven or so and talked loudly in the hallway for a pretty long time, then right after I'd gotten to sleep at midnight, they started watching TV at high volume.
And then I woke up at five and couldn't get back to sleep. Fun night.