It was around 1:10 a.m. and San Geraldo had just said good-night. He was having trouble falling asleep, but said he thought he was finally ready. I had just put down my Kindle because I could no longer keep my eyes open. A good sign. I turned off the light. I hadn't even removed my hand from the lamp when the noise started. I turned the light back on.
|A QUIET NIGHT IN THE CITY.|
San Geraldo looked out the balcony door and said, "You won't believe this. There's a road crew parked across the street." Of course, my first thought was, "I've got to get a picture." I did so and then closed the solid shutters on all the balcony doors. That helped quite a bit, but we won't be sleeping until they've completely finished.
|AT LEAST THEY HAVE NOISE-BLOCKING HEADPHONES. WHERE ARE OURS?|
I found San Geraldo in the kitchen mixing up his favorite late-night snack of bread and milk — using hamburger buns from the freezer. I don't think a snack can get much worse than bread and milk. I had fruit.
|ONE BASIC DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SAN GERALDO AND ME.|
It's now 2:07 a.m. There's a decent-sized hole in the ground, a vertical pipe is exposed and the men are working quietly. Dudo and Moose are hiding under my bed. I'm going to try and sleep now. If I'm not successful in my usual spot, I might join Dudo and Moose.
|DUDO TRIED CRAWLING UNDER THE PILLOWS. BUT THAT DIDN'T HELP.|