The road work in front of our house is almost finished.  I might be able to go somewhere now.  A trip to the grocery store comes to mind since my list is twice as long as normal with not being able to drive out of here for two weeks.

     I find it unfortunate that they are going to leave the street with poorly done patches.  This means they’ll be back here several times over the next year repairing their patches.  If they’d do the work well and correctly the first time the city wouldn’t be wasting our tax dollars all the time. 

     All they need to do here is run a steam roller over the repairs and things would be fine.  However, they didn’t do that, and from what they told me, they had no plans to do it.

     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.