Carl is back!
Except this time, the noise is coming from the opposite side of my apartment and only when my patio door is open.
This Carl is a real person playing a real ukulele on one of the balconies.
I'm secretly hoping that it's coming from the same apartment I could smell the tea and bacon coming from this morning. Then I secretly hope that I figure out which apartment it is and that we become friends and then they start inviting me over for weekend breakfasts which I will eat while they serenade me on the ukulele.
I wonder if my soon-to-be new found friend will mind if I just call them Carl?