These interruptions in the wee hours of the morning have got to stop, my dear. When I returned to San Francisco I realized how much I missed you. You welcomed me again with open arms. You brought me so much joy. I was so grateful to have you in my life. You had always been easy on the eyes despite the fact you were so much older than me. Initially, the sounds you made that kept me up at night were a bit romantic and sexy to say the least. For four nights in a row you have awakened me from much needed slumber though. Please don’t take it personally, but tonight I will roll over in bed with my back to you. We have become like an old married couple and I would rather sleep than entertain your middle of the night disruptions. Nothing personal, Golden Gate Bridge foghorns. I still love you.