Mountain View Mystery

As you've read in previous posts, I'm a very deep sleeper. Not much can wake me, however, about every 3 weeks on the street right outside our bedroom window, some horrible, terrible, no good, very bad noise wakes JT and me from our slumber.

What is it? That's a good question.

It's so loud it wakes both Justin and me out of serious REM, and by the time we're alert enough to make it to the window, the noise and its maker have passed. It sounds something like an Army tank + fire engine + the garbage man + aliens + a T-Rex + breaking steel and glass, and it's LOUD! The noise is so foreign and terrifying we both sit straight up, murmur just-awoken slurred words at each other and reach for the curtains to take a peek, but alas we're always too late.

Once I thought it might have been the street cleaner, but if it was, he forgot to turn on his scrubber and sucker because the street was nowhere close to clean in the morning.

It's a mystery for now. A Mountain View mystery...