I was all set to post a poem in which I lamented my neighbor’s recent foray into early-morning carpentry, when, perhaps mistaking today for Halloween, the cosmos decided to play a trick on me. Along it sent what I can only imagine were the two loudest machines in existence to congregate outside my window. (Oh, and did I mention the guy in the tree?) “Um, Wendy?” it said, not tapping me politely on the shoulder, but smacking me about the head. “That’s noise.”
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So it is coming tomorrow on the quieter day?
I will post it when he starts up again. So, yes, probably tomorrow.