Just sitting here waiting for the early morning hammering to start. Between 7-8:30, I hear a minute or two of hammering, but can’t figure out for the life of me where it’s coming from. I even heard it during yesterday’s rain. My first thought was that it was coming from Bob’s garage, but the door was closed and I couldn’t see any light coming from the window (the light would have been too dim to be working on anything without turning the garage lights on). 

Could’ve come from the new people’s garage, but I think I might’ve heard this before they moved in. So… it’s probably Bob. He’s the only one who would do that that often and that early in the morning. He may be a nice guy in most ways, but I still don’t think he cares who he annoys with his 10 million projects. I’m just glad it doesn’t go on and on for hours. Sooner or later, though, the weather’s going to warm up, the garage door is going to be open most of the time, and the hammering and sawing are going to escalate. 

I’m also sick of people parking on our corner just outside our carport. It kind of defeats the point of having a corner lot, something I definitely don’t want again if we ever do move. 

A truck with the company name Altec was at the new people’s house yesterday and I’m thinking, even in the pouring rain the projects must go on? But they were only there for a few minutes. I ran their name online and found them to be a local communications company of some kind. 

Last night I dreamed I was in Andy's place after he’d moved out of it to wherever. In reality, he’s got flooring over a concrete foundation, but in the dream he had carpet removed from a hardwood floor that had water damage. I could see the dark spots from where the wood had been damaged the most. The planks weren’t long and skinny, though, but more like a foot long by half a foot wide. 

Leftover pictures from his celebrity obsession were lying around the place and I thought it sad that he’d never matured enough to realize that celebrities are just people, too. I also found it sad that he was so lonely and miserable that he was so negative on account of it. Then that sadness was replaced with a touch of anger when I remembered how arrogant he could be, his cruel taunts, and the things he refused to take my word for. He was never a true friend, I realized yet again, but remembered the good times and wished him good health and happiness in my mind.