Nunastic lifestyle

Life has been most agreeable as of late. I just moved to the Nunnery guest house, in a cozy room with many windows and hot water. Not to worry, I've not become a nun, this would require far too many disagreeable lifestyle (and gender) changes for my liking. I wake up every morning to the pleasant clang of gongs, and I drift asleep to the droning chants of three dozen red robed nuns outside my window.