It's 6:45 on a Saturday morning. Frankly, not a time that I prefer to spend with my eyes open...ever. It's been a long, hard week, I went to bed at 1 o'clock this morning, and I was looking forward to sleeping in a little bit.
But, alas, the jackhammers are back. At 6 o'clock on a Saturday morning. Tearing up a little more of the street right below my bedroom window. Really. How much more of that street can there be? I've discovered that there is no way to escape this noise. Pillows over the head accomplish absolutely nothing...the jackhammers are beating away at concrete and bedrock, and the vibrations travel straight from there into my concrete building, through my furniture, and into my body. Inescapable.
I'm really too tired to be writing this. In fact, I stared at the computer screen for a good 30 seconds, fingers posed over the keyboard, trying to remember the website that I needed to type in before I could actually start posting. But what else does one do at 6:45 on a Saturday morning when rudely awakened by jackhammers?
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