This morning, not long after I arrived home, the tree trimmers arrived to do battle with the overgrowth in front of our apartment complex. This means that only a crappily thin wall and a leaky-ass louvered window separate me and the boy and our cozy beds from all manner of tree shredding machinery, operating at maximum volume. Oh hurray. Soren is sleeping through the cacophony surprisingly well, only waking up and whimpering a couple of times.
It's settling down outside, about 40 minutes after it all began. Praise Jebus. Maybe I'll get some sleep this morning after all.
Update: (Two minutes later) I spoke too soon. Damnit.
Update the second: (Ninety minutes later) Finally, FINALLY they are raking up the remains. The end is nigh. Of course, a certain wee sir is now all bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for the day. Sigh.