Blessed Silence.

For weeks, I 've had a hate-hate relationship with the construction workers finishing the space below us. Yesterday and today, they've been rockin' out to the easy listening station. LOUD.


Now, I love me some Kenny G., and I know we built this city on rock and rollllll, not to mention meeting Lola at the Copacabana, but I do not want to listen to it for 8 hours. Amidst the sounds of hammers and circular saws.

I swear, I heard Michael Bolton in my sleep last night. (Also, that is sooo not manly. At least pump in some Tool or old skool Aerosmith. Damn, guys.)