Summer Construction
For some reason, my house seems to be located in a construction hot zone. Every single summer for the past five years, there’s been a major construction project within earshot of my open windows. That means I have to listen to the pounding of jackhammers, the grinding of truck gears, and all sorts of other noises all. day. long. It also means that I can’t take a nap because of all this ruckus, so my whole schedule is thrown for a loop. Gah! I am not a happy camper these days!!