Although I don’t really know for a fact that it’s Buddhist music. It could have been the Franciscan monks. It could have been the next door neighbors. I don’t really know.
Except that today is Poya day. Buddhist holiday.
Somehow, I’m still suspectin’ the Buddhists.
The consolation is that, were I not already awake, I would not have woken up from it.
The not-consolation (or negative consolation, or anti-consolation) is that I was already awake anyway, and therefore it drove me up the wall.