Every morning, without fail, my Dad gets up at 7am or earlier, goes down the hallway to the kitchen, turns on the radio loud enough that he can hear it in his office (he's hard of hearing, by the way), walks back down the hall into his office, and sits on his computer for a few hours. Every morning, without fail, I wake up at 7am or earlier to the blasting sound AM talk radio. Every morning, without fail, I stumble out of bed all bleary-eyed, across the hall into Dad's office, and ask him if he can please not do that in the mornings anymore. Every morning, without fail, he apologizes and says he won't do it again. I could cry.