There's another woman. I'm sure of it.
My trusty band of construction workers failed to show up after the great Lock-Out. No tap-tap-tap. No sound of drilling in the morning. It's quiet.
And now it's two days since then, and still no sign of them. I've actually started parking in my own driveway.
They're on another job. I know it. Now that the rain has stopped, albeit briefly, they can do outside work. In another part of town.
My punch list is still a mile long. I don't know whether I can take a shower or not during the day. So I still live in Remodel Hell. But it's lonely here.