Saturday Morning

I currently have a houseful of men to whom I am paying good money to rip open walls and fix or install water pipes. They're using big sheets of what looks like industrial-strength Glad Wrap to "plastic off" sections of my home to keep dust confined and/or to install blowers to dry out sections of wall that are damp within.

Everything is being moved around and I'm sitting here in my office, trying to write a script with the sound of power saws and hammers around me. I'm also worried they're going to come in and "plastic" me into my little workspace and not let me out until the entire job is done. Which from the scope of it could be just in time to vote in the next presidential election. Or the one after.