Back from stuff. I'm afraid that after two months of biting my tongue I just went ballistic with the workers who are doing heaven knows what to the house across the street, which we're now finding out may not belong to the daughter of Annette. They've been taking up every parking space around, including all the spaces in front of my house. They eat their lunch in the shade on my lawn by the street. And today, having to squeeze into the only tiny place available I'd had it. I began getting very angry and none of the fellow standing around would even answer or look in my direction. Finally, one of the tree trimmers came to me and asked if I wanted to see the boss - yes was my answer and a minute later I had the boss. I told him that other people actually live in this neighborhood and that we've had it day in and day out with all the spaces being taken by workers. He promised it would not happen again, apologized, and had five of the trucks instantly moved. Frankly, I think they're prepping the house to sell - you can see in the windows see-through things hanging where there were never things hanging and there's no furniture anywhere.