I was just beginning to think about what to put in the journal. It was 7:30 a.m. The sound of some giant machine chewing up the street shot me out of my reverie.
After circling the block for the last several weeks Yankee Gas invaded directly across the road.
The grinding continued on and off for three (?) hours, interspersed with the beep-beep-beep of reversing construction equipment. I was able to shut out some of the racket by turning up the volume on the music in my headphones, which probably wasn’t any better for my hearing.
Then around 1 p.m., there was an enormous thud as if someone had dropped the bucket of a massive pay loader. (I think that’s actually what happened.) Anyway the house shook almost as much as it did with the Kleen Energy explosion, thankfully without the casualties.
The result is that my brain power has fallen to the lowest ebb. Promise more of substance tomorrow — unless Yankee returns.