So ... recently I was kvetching about how FUCKING NOISY IT IS HERE with all of the construction going on around us. And over the last week or so, the work has actually been moving closer and closer to our front windows and now it's LOUDER THAN IT'S EVER BEEN before.
But every night around 7ish, they break for lunch and we get a blessed 45 minutes or so of quiet before they start up again. You know how your entire body unclenches when you know the dentist has finished drilling? Well that's what it feels like when they stop breaking up the masonry with every power tool known to mankind.
Tonight, they stopped. I was able to turn the volume on the TV down from 725 and hear it just fine. Anon GF and I were able to converse from a distance of three feet without hollering.
It was bliss.
And then a FUCKING DRUM CORPS started playing right across the street.
FUCKITY, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
Now, I've gotta tell you, under normal circumstances, I'd have found this highly entertaining. An unusual occurrence breaking up the usual routine. But these ARE NOT normal circumstances.
The constant hum of drilling and jackhammering and concrete rubble dropping down a three-story chute into a dumpster with excellent acoustic projecting characteristics may have me just a tad on edge. Right now, the sound of giggling children is enough to make me want to throw puppies at the offenders. A car driving by with a Brahms Concerto playing a little bit loud makes me homicidal. The gentle gurggling of my coffee maker brewing a pot would be enough to make me throw it out the window...if only I didn't need a cup of coffee first.
You know that thing about unicorns farting rose-scented rainbows and pooping fresh-from-the-oven cinnamon buns? Well he'd better do it quietly near my house or I WILL BLOW THAT MOTHER FUCKER OUT OF THE SKY with a stinger missile right up his multi-colored sphincter!
It's just possible we're losing it here.