Twenty-five days to go
My next-door-neighbor is remodeling his kitchen, or rather, a fleet of various craftsmen are remodeling his kitchen over a three-month period.
He's one of the nicest people I've ever met, so I'm happy for him, but the noise is constant at times. In particular, we've now entered the Circular Saw Constantly Running Era, which makes me feel like a woodsman living in a dormitory next to a sawmill.
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