And How Is Your Monday?

Besides the fact that someone from Lisbon called my cell phone six times between 3:00 and 3:18 a.m. before agreeing with me that they had the wrong number, we are now dealing with the bangs, rattles, shakes and shatters of the PG&E crew wrecking our street this week.
Despite the burly charms the workers may have, they can't justify the noise.
Bow has taken the appropriate strategy of hiding under the pillows and hoping it will just all go away. At least I have a back sitting room to retreat to.