Today may be one of “those” days. I’m tired. I have a slight headache. And, why not throw “I’m feeling a little grumpy” in there, too?

Last week, management at our apartment complex decided that it was time to repave the asphalt around the property. This, in and of itself, is not a bad thing. The pain-in-the-ass parts are:

  • I don’t recall seeing any notification of this. This is little more that a nuisance, though – I can handle that.
  • They have been tearing up sections of the driveways seemingly at random. This makes driving around (not to mention getting into/out of) the complex ‘fun.’ The “best” part of this is…
  • They start working – with the heavy machinery – around 08:00. I think that the only word that adequately sums up my feelings on having quality sleep-time interrupted so obtrusively is: “Murderdeathkill.”¹

There’s (almost) nothing like waking to the various rumbling, banging and creaking sounds of construction equipment first thing in the morning. (Note: The only other thing that was even close to this annoying was when our downstairs neighbor’s brother would start playing music around 08:30 or 09:00. Loudly. VERY loudly. Vibrate the floor and walls loudly.) We’re not even at the front of the complex where they are currently working and the noise is quite loud. I feel sorry for the people in the buildings along the construction zone… and for the people who work swing and graveyard shifts.

::: deep cleansing breath :::

Now, to go about the business of getting ready for work….
I’ll even try not to leave a mile-wide swath of destruction in my wake when I depart the complex. Maybe.

Peace.

¹ This word is one of the redeeming things from Demolition Man.