please, make it stop

Like a good heroin addict or rave DJ, Luca’s peak hours are from 3 - 7AM. This presents an obvious set of problems, but we are doing our best to adapt. At least we were until Thursday morning, when Satan’s construction crew began uprooting concrete directly under our bedroom window at 8AM on the dot. There is no difference between a jackhammer 50 feet away or in your bed – they are both unbearably fucking loud.

The same excruciating sequence in sleep deprivation repeated itself the following morning, but today we were spared. Did they take the weekend off, or are they done? Only Monday will tell, and hopefully I won’t have to run downstairs in my underwear and tackle the orange man pictured above.