This must be what it's like to be a tooth during a root canal.
As I write, two construction workers are outside — scarcely three feet away — repairing the damage caused a few months ago when a youthful driver mistook the gas for the brake, and plowed the family van into the side of the building just opposite my workstation.
They're drilling into the concrete, I think. I can feel the whine and rumble very clearly through the floor, and I can hear — well, that's about all I can hear, actually.
The humor in all this is that one of the workers poked his head in the side door about half an hour ago, to let us know that they were here, and they'd be working on the wall, but there shouldn't be any bother to us inside.
Makes me wonder what they would consider "bother to us inside" — the wall coming down on top of me, maybe?