Of course what this sleepless and stress-filled week really needed to cap it off was the bed-rattling advent of jackhammers directly in front of our house at the crack of eight-hour day, necessitating the immediate moving of the car off our street which had not been blocked off and filled with no parking signs when we went to bed. I hadn't managed to fall asleep by then and I didn't really manage it afterward except for a kind of thin doze filled with nightmares. I am off to take my mother to her next appointment. Putting the last of my six-year-old WWI-themed stamps on the rent check this month.