Today the pounding began anew. It's time to move. No doubt about it. I can't endure another hour of hammering. I know there are children in other countries that don't have hammers and that would love to have a house and a hammer in the morning and in the evening and all over this land... but when the dust drips on my Mac, I draws me a line.
We are moving out. That's all there is to it. Down the street, into a box, youth hostel, dumpster... whatever. Just out. This landlord has been ridiculous. There has been a stop work order on our building for the past month and we've had peace but the eye of the noise and debris storm has past and I am once again awakened to the buzz saw and the gentle melodies of Mexican mariachi music.
It must end.