A massive, ugly-ass warehouse near me (three blocks? Four? Does it count as a block if you have to cross a street?) is being retrofitted for a business.  I am all about this project since the thing really is hideous and is part of my skyline – and at least it’s not being torn down and a condo tower put in its place.  (Full disclosure: I live in a former ugly-ass warehouse myself.)

However.  Jackhammers (or what I, who am tool-challenged, assume are jackhammers) get started every day before 8 AM.  And even as wonderful as double-paned windows and concrete walls are at blocking sound, that’s a sound that carries.

And it’s a day when my beautiful and charming P decided to start at 2 AM but finally, after TV, crawled into my bed around 6 and is still asleep?  It makes me a touch grumpy.

But just a touch.  We received some goodish news yesterday (nothing earth shattering, like knowing if the move is on or not), but goodish.  I had sushi yesterday (complete with P having a rare public tantrum when she spilled miso on her pants – awesome).  And my funk is lifting, and yes, it was quite a funk. And there is ice cream in the freezer, which M went out to get me at 9 when I decided I needed ice cream.  I may just have some for breakfast because P is still asleep and because I can.