Adjustments

It's been three years since I've lived in apartments and 13 years since I've lived anywhere remotely urban, so it's a bit of an adjustment to be to be awoken at 8:30 by the sound of drilling or some other power tool down the hallway and then reawoken at 10 or so by the sound of jackhammers outside and then again at 11 by the sound of a wet saw at what must be roughly the same spot. Mrs. Werbenmanjensen kept her earplugs from the Virgin flight, so I think it is imperative to get something to muffle the sound. I'm arising at 5:30 or so tomorrow anyway, but it may be a bit moot.