At this moment, there are two men tearing my kitchen to bits, hammering on anything and everything available, including metal pipes that I think they may have brought in simply to hammer on. Meanwhile, just outside my house, two completely different men are grinding down the stump from the tree that used to shade the front of my house. (The rest of the tree was taken down and removed on Friday.) Between the hammering, the sawing, the grinding, and my mother constantly complaining about the afforementioned noises (combined with other background noise, including the omnipresent ringing phone), I would sell my eventual first born for a pair of earplugs right now.