Pound of Flesh.

I'm at home now. I worked for about thirty minutes.

I've been dealing with construction in the backyards of three of the yards that adjoin mine. There's some remodeling, a deck's being built, and someone's fixing their garage. It's been getting better, though, with less use of the mind-piercing metal grinder.

Apparently, this is the universe's cue to start construction at my place of employment. I went in to work today to discover that there was an incessant pounding noise, like a blunted jackhammer, coming from two floors above. I tried moving around the building, but although it was slightly softer, it was still too much for me.

There was no warning that there'd be any major construction today, so I don't know whether there will be more tomorrow.

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Pronouncement.

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(Note: if you pronounce it closer to "AHK-wa-man", put your vote under "AWK-wa-man". I can't naturally distinguish between the sounds.)