The pounding was getting louder by the second. This only meant one thing to me: the men were nearing at a rate I never expected. With each crashing noise and whirring of their tools, I soon expected to be face to face with the tormenters who had made my last 24 hours a living nightmare. The 15 hour break during the night was a solace to me, but I knew they would pursue their mission after they rested. Did they have a new plan for today? For now, I remained safe behind my closed door, knowing little would separate me, should the tormenters complete their task today. While the sound is deafening and my head is beginning to throb, I hear faint sounds of Jackson Browne playing in the background. "The Load Out" lyrics came to me easily and became my new focus. Maybe they will get me through the uncertainty of the next few hours. The pounding. The drilling. The air compressor that is providing power to the tormentors. It's ceaseless now. How many tormentors are there, anyway? An early, quick glimpse revealed two, but perhaps a third has joined them by now. At any rate, I am outnumbered. Today should be the end of the noise, the mess, and the need to hide behind a closed door.
And so goes day two of our flooring remodel. Thank goodness for wireless internet.