Well, I'm afraid my days of sleeping until nine are over - probably for the next year because, yes, the jerks who own or have bought the property (although no sale sign has ever been posted there - maybe the people died and the house went into foreclosure or got sold off without an actual sale - one never knows because one has never actually seen actual people there, save for the low-lifes who were camping out) are clearly doing a tear-down, so now not only do we get to have yet another awful blight on this once-charming neighborhood, but I get the joy of awakening to what feels like a five point earthquake because they've got one of those huge bulldozers in the front yard, going back and forth and forth and back and coming a little too close to my house. Once they get the house down and level the ground, at least that thing goes away - I think. But the construction will go on for six months to a year, as it always does. And then these jerks, these rich, entitled jerks, will just waltz in to their new home, not having been there for any of the construction or noise or caring that they've made miserable their neighbors' existence during that time. It's especially annoying for people who work at home a good deal of the time - you know, people like me.
