Yesterday, I crawled into bed around 4:30 in the morning–nothing unusual for me there.  I was enjoying a deep sleep, REM sleep, dream filled, restful, ahhh sleep.

     For four hours, I truly had a good thing going and then the jack hammer started right below my bedroom window.  Oh, for sassin frassins sake!  I stuffed my head between two pillows and tried, really, really tried to go back to sleep.  The Jack hammer continued.

      I rolled out of bed, slammed my window shut, and got dressed.  The Curmudgeon was extremely kind because he knew I was ready to kill someone.  He had a cup of coffee waiting for me by the time I hit the bottom step.

      Ever since that gas explosion they’ve been replacing gas lines all over town.  It’s our street’s turn.  Trucks and a back hoe blocked our driveway all day–we had no chance to go anywhere.

     This is going to be a fun week since they are going to dig up the rest of the street.  Sleep much?  I doubt it!  I’m gonna be a basket case by the time they finish the work outside.