Oh dear. Here I am, at work, trying to listen to my video analyses, and the pile driving has started up on the now vacant block right next door. I am in a large building. One might be forgiven for thinking that the building is strong enough to withstand pile driving activities, however, clearly it is not. The room is shaking. The windows are rattling. When I spoke to my husband just now even he could hear it over the phone. I think I have to give up any hope of doing serious work while this pile driving and concrete breaking work is going on. It may be time for me to do some more reading in the library. The lovely lovely quiet library. Which unfortunately is right next to the same building works. Sigh.
I can’t hear; I can’t think. I can, however, faff around on Facebook, which is exactly what I have been doing for the last two hours as I burn my data to disks and transfer files from cameras and so forth.
I am hoping that next week might bring some small relief to this noise, but I’m not holding my breath. I think that my luck with this sound and physical sensation from building works will not improve over time. It may even get worse. Oh dear.