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Have you ever heard a pile driver?

Imagine a steady, monotonous knocking, like Paul Bunyan taking chunks out of a forest with his ax on a leisurely morning.

It's a sound that's just regular enough that you can almost sleep through it. Almost. If it's at a distance. Like jackhammers, it's the sort of thing that distance mutes into dream-fodder instead of irritation. And like jackhammers, it tends to start and stop based on some strange criterion which is difficult to suss out from the depths of the pillows you've jammed uselessly over your ears.

Actually, one criteria is clear. They're not allowed to start until 7 a.m. 7:30 for the pile driver, unless they cheat and go a minute or two ahead.

Too bad I'm in the habit of waking up at 8:30, hey? And alas and alack for Tuesdays, which used to be the day I could sleep till 10:30 without a qualm. Getting to sleep at night has never been fun, but lately I stare at the clock, desperately telling myself "you gotta sleep now" and watching the minutes I could be sleeping slip away irrevocably. Morning was my best time for sleeping -- it really was. I almost never have nightmares once the sun is up.

The construction company finally sent around a letter to tell us what they're up to, and how many piles they need to drive before they build the luxury condos a couple of blocks away. Several thousand.

Oy...

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Have you ever heard a pile driver?

Imagine a steady, monotonous knocking, like Paul Bunyan taking chunks out of a forest with his ax on a leisurely morning.

It's a sound that's just regular enough that you can almost sleep through it. Almost. If it's at a distance. Like jackhammers, it's the sort of thing that distance mutes into dream-fodder instead of irritation. And like jackhammers, it tends to start and stop based on some strange criterion which is difficult to suss out from the depths of the pillows you've jammed uselessly over your ears.

Actually, one criteria is clear. They're not allowed to start until 7 a.m. 7:30 for the pile driver, unless they cheat and go a minute or two ahead.

Too bad I'm in the habit of waking up at 8:30, hey? And alas and alack for Tuesdays, which used to be the day I could sleep till 10:30 without a qualm. Getting to sleep at night has never been fun, but lately I stare at the clock, desperately telling myself "you gotta sleep now" and watching the minutes I could be sleeping slip away irrevocably. Morning was my best time for sleeping -- it really was. I almost never have nightmares once the sun is up.

The construction company finally sent around a letter to tell us what they're up to, and how many piles they need to drive before they build the luxury condos a couple of blocks away. Several thousand.

Oy...