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"The thing I love most about cooking is that moment when you're stirring the ingredients and you go from smelling several different ingredients (now it's cumin, now it's vinegar, now it's onion, now it's tomato) to smelling *THE DISH*." -- chesuli, 2005-02-20

I didn't sleep enough Monday night/Tuesday morning, and wrote about feeling pronounced symptoms of not having had enough sleep.

Yesterday afternoon and evening, I heard banging from the house where I had/have neighbours. It sounded like hammering. Putting up shelves, perhaps, or replacing moulding. Not quite ignorable, but much less obtrusive than a too-loud subwoofer. I probably could've slept through it if my body had been willing to let me sleep.

Today it's the house on the other side, the one that's been boarded up, that my across-the-street neighbour told me had been sold recently. And it sounds like sledgehammers and prybars and rearranging the walls, and not-consumer-grade power tools that put out lots of low-frequency energy and vibrate against the wall they're working on.

It's not something I can sleep through. And it started at sevenfuckingthirty in the morning. And it sounds like the wall they're working on is the one I share. And last night/this morning, I was still having trouble falling asleep, so it's not like I had gotten caught up on sleep -- not even enough sleep for one night, much less enough to make up a sleep deficit -- when things got Very Loud.

(And as I started typing this, just after nine, they took a break or something ... this would have been a more reasonable time to start, noise-wise. Not as nice for me as eleven, but reasonably sane as a polite guess.)

I know construction folks tend to be morning people, and I know that they really don't want to waste daylight, but dammit, there's a shared wall here, and I am very much NOT a morning person, and the more my sleep patterns get screwed with the worse my fibromyalgia symptoms are. For new construction, or an office or a store, or a structure that doesn't share a damned wall with somebody's bedroom, let 'em start at daybreak. But I do not feel it's reasonable to make that much noise on my bedroom wall at seven thirty AM. (And they didn't even start in the section that would've thrown most of the noise into my kitchen; they started at my goddamned bedroom.)

If I manage to catch one of 'em out front, or at a window, I haven't decided yet whether to chew them out for this or to take a "gentle reminder that someone sleeps here" approach.