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Last week, I was awakened by drilling. And hammering. And smashing. There was some (unannounced and unexpected) construction going on upstairs. OK. No worries. Though it would have been nice to receive an e-mail or a phone call regarding this new development.

Next day, same thing. Next day? Same thing. All week, same thing. Apparently, this is a bigger overhaul than I had hoped for. I wrote to the people in charge of such things just to be sure that the construction would NOT be going on over the weekend when Chris was home. That was all taken care of and all was well.

Then the upstairs banging stopped just in time for the back yard banging to begin. Mere FEET from my bedroom window, there are ten men. All day. Every day. They are building something out of bricks. We still do not know what it is. Chris jokes that it will certainly be a brick shithouse.

Judge for yourself.