It is Tuesday. It is the morning after another sleepless night since construction began on the road out front of my apartment complex. Hate construction.
Think CLANK CLINK BEEP BEEP BEEP BOOM BOOM BAM BAM BONG BONK.
Think dishes rattling in cupboards and rolling off tabletops.
Think it all night, and all day.
At this time, I am tired to the bone. I will be glad when the madness of a five-lane road less than 100 yards from my driveway is completed. Maybe then I can get a good night's sleep and a little writing done.
Until then, here's a few thousand words.