Today there are 7, count 'em, 7, trucks on our street from the Roads and Airports Department doing God knows what. Right now two of them are parked side by side on my narrow little street so even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't. A call to their main number put me in touch with a woman manning the phone who has a hearing problem, never a good match. Not only did I have to speak up, I had to speak slowly so there I am shouting, slowly, my street name, Pacific, which she didn't understand, so I say "LIKE THE OCEAN" and of course she says "Ocean?" Finally she figured out that some other office has the information about whatever they're doing but naturally they're not there and I'm sure the message I left won't be answered.

This kind of thing never used to bother me but now it really does. I'm blocked in to my house, wasn't notified about this in advance and they're running machines that are making Gus bark. Not the way to have a productive day at home.