The Hole Gets Deeper

When I got home from work last week there was a giant hole in the ground next door. Mornings are more unpleasant with all the construction workers wandering around, huge machines vibrating the house and Wayne lurking about. Even though we're not paying rent here for other people to use our house and the objects around it, Wayne doesn't feel like that's a problem. I'm trying to think on the bright side, but it's not fun.