It is 11:08 PM and another in a relentless, 5-minutes stream of jets just roared 200 feet overhead on its descent into San Diego Airport. There, another just now. I feel its rumbling through the mattress I hope to sleep on beneath this endless din. I’ve only just now come upstairs from the main house shower. Mine, the one attached to my bungalow, produces no hot water from a calcific shower-head that drizzles tepidly. As I have no place to hang my clothing I’ve left those in the car, and my other belongings on the floor. There goes another jet. Marvelous machines these. And another. Actually, this stinks. And yet another. I don’t recall this sound storm mentioned in the description. There, another. Charming this ain’t. Good news is the house shower does indeed produce hot water (another jet just now), but I suggest unscrewing the head and standing (another jet) beneath the pipe for improved flow. You may also wonder why the shower walls feel slick. Clorox might help there. I’ve slept rough in my day, but never at this price. 11:35PM, and yet another jet. Well, you get the picture. And another. Good night. 8:22AM: bonjour. Did fall asleep after 12AM and was jetted awake at 5AM, after which it was jets a-go-go. I did, however, enjoy meeting Ashley, the caretaker, and dressing beside my car in the cool of the morning.