I seem to be on a parenthetical kick lately, if you call two in a row a kick. I think it’s kick-like.
There are men working on the facade of my building. Yesterday was a gorgeous, beautiful, silent respite as there were thunderstorms predicted, and metal platforms aren’t exactly the best place to be when lightning decides to make an appearance.
Today it is only cloudy, so it’s the sound of drills permeating the air, with their platform directly outside of my window. Not that I’m looking at it, since the blinds are closed. As I didn’t really want to be eye-to-eye with the guys (they’re all guys, it appears) doing the work.
Ooh, there’s another one. That one’s closer. I think they might break through my wall at any second. That would be kind of awkward. I put in some earplugs, but it’s not making a dent in the sound. Yikes.
Constant noise is exhausting, and I have to wonder if it works like one of those exercise platforms that jiggles you into shape. Allegedly. Maybe all of this sound going though me is the world’s least effort-intensive workout.
Well, least effort-intensive for everywhere but my ears.
I think I may have to go music/noise cancelling headphones over earplugs today, or better yet, get the heck out of here. It’s going to be a long, long construction season.
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