  I am tired, confused, and cranky. It started around 5:30am. The most awful fucking noises coming from outside. I don't know if it was cats in heat or cats getting ready to fight. It was loud, it went on forever, and it was like the dead were rising straight from hell. Said noises then made the cat in my house curious and start pacing and getting concerned - on my head.
It was bad. And I couldn't stop any of it. I thought it was all over. Then at 8am I woke to what sounded like the world falling apart outside my house. Street construction. Drilling, banging, yelling, digging, chain saws revving, trucks clanking.
I thought for sure that the dead which had risen earlier in the morning were certainly wreaking their havoc on my neighborhood and taking over. Then it seemed to have stopped. I was mistaken. It is still going. It is loud. I am awake.
I am confused. The construction men are old and ugly so there is no consolation I can give myself when I look outside to their mass destruction of my street. I yawn. Then I "Grrr". 
