Friday night sucked. I couldn't get comfortable for the life of me. Everything ached. Saturday morning arrived and I was finally hitting that deep sleep when THEY came. The DWP decided that Saturday at 8AM was a good time to drill holes through the pole right outside our bedroom window. All of the sudden loud trucks and a group of men decended upon our quiet neighborhood. They shouted at each other in Spanish as the drill hit high gear. For ten minutes I hoped they would finish, fall, something... then got up. It's 11:30AM now and they're working on the next pole. Apparently they're adding wires to each pole. Why couldn't they have started at the OTHER end? Bastards. I'm going to be a really grumpy person today. You have been warned...

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