The Neighbors are Coming

The times are a-changin’

So I was sitting here, busily getting in some wordage for NaNoWritMo, when the floor shook, my chair bounced, and my coffee threatened to slosh over the top of the cup–then again, and again. It could only mean one thing: the beginning of the end of having no neighbors.

I went outside to double-check, and there was indeed a large backhoe whamming away at the curbs and asphalt of the parking lot that’s two lots away. When that is cleared out, they’ll probably start digg...