Seven… bloody… a.m. Did I mention that they’re putting in a café right below our apartment? Which is cool and all – except for the fact that every day this week, the Snook and I have been awakened at 7:00 by the sound of pneumatic jackhammers ten feet below us. I so appreciate starting the day with a headache.

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