I think it's only fair to note that
my outdoors consists of constant traffic noise; the incessant barking of a weird, hive-mind (but multi-bodied) dog that somehow manages to always be within twenty-five yards of me everywhere I might go, and the putrid stench of what we're assured is a harmless and utterly unavoidable—yet non-ordinance-violating (if city council's lawyers are to be believed, anyway)—byproduct of a local cheese-making facility whenever the wind shifts a few degrees.
