There are people building something out back of the house behind us. With hammers. Lots and lots of hammers. When you work from home, and these people with their hammers have been hammering for what must be weeks, one gets a little annoyed. Irritated, even. To the point of using italics.

Enh, whatever. It still beats working at my old job, which I visited this week (hi, guys!) only to find that the construction that had kept the front doors pretty much shredded when I left in September is still going on. Slowest. Crew. Ever.