Our building renovation has begun, on our wing, on our stack of corner units. For months we’ve been hearing the sounds of demolition – all balconies are being replaced – from the building across the parking lot, but they’re a lot less theoretical when they’re being produced on the other side of the glass in your sliding glass doors. Rather than self-pity, I’m trying to cultivate pity for the workmen, for whom the racket is never anything but immediate.
