I am working at home today and the roofers arrived at six.
Not that blame them. If I were a roofer in Phoenix, I'd want to arrive at four, although today is expected to be a bit cooler, topping off at a mere 108 degrees.
My dog, of course, responded with a Werewolf of London routine, but has now calmed down and is napping near my desk. At least I think she's napping. She may be plotting some form of dog justice against the owners who'd permit such disruption.
A few weeks ago, it was a coyote. Now it's roofers.
And the guy who's replacing a broken irrigation valve has yet to arrive.
Today is an exercise in focus.