I want to move...

My new writing schedule is being completely determined by my neighbors endless renovating of their house. I work weekends and late evenings, and whenever the noise dies down enough that I can hear myself think. I do conference calls with all the windows closed so that I don't sound like I am conducting business from a cardboard box on the side of the highway.

Today I have a deadline. A big one. And when I arrived home after the gardeners had left, I was greeted by the sound of jack hammering on concrete. It was so bad that a friend and neighbor said "Gina, what are you going to do? How are you going to work." She gets it, and in fact rented a studio downtown to paint and work in because she couldn't take it anymore. I need to do the same, but really don't want to pay rent in two places and the reason I got a home office, was so that I could work from home!!

The renovators came to the gate and apologized profusely, and explained that the jack hammering would go on for the next TWO days. In two days, my deadline will have come and gone, my patience has already left, and as for my sanity...forget about it.

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