I may have mentioned that the repairs to the support beams here on the first floor of The Mill at White Clay Creek continue. They have now finished the drywall enclosure very close to my desk, so I can report the following amusements:

• A great deal of welding. I can see the light reflecting through cracks in the drywall. I'm assuming it won't blind me if I'm not seeing directly. Either way, I've contacted a lawyer.
• Enough banging and bashing of metal objects to cause me to start twitching like my Ritalin ran out.
• The sound of very loud drilling, followed by someone saying, "Just keep pressure on it," which could mean either they are having difficulty getting into the concrete, or that someone has managed to run the drill bit through their own foot and are trying to stem the flow of blood with a flannel shirt.
• Someone behind the wall spontaneously bursting into song: "I'm in the Mood for love . . . simply because you're near me!!!" I swear to you, this really just happened.
• Okay, he just did it again. I'm getting kinda scared.
• Additionally, there is a heated discussion going on involving Murphy Brown. Something involving Kramer being a secretary. I don't know what it means, but now I'm truly terrified.
• Someone behind the wall has apparently dropped an entire bag of either screws, tuna cans, or 3rd century Roman coins all over the floor. They're doing it again. And now they seem to be dancing on the detritus. I'm both frightened and confused.
• Uh-oh...a mistake has apparently been made. There are hushed tones, periodic "oops"es, and a complete lack of audible work.
• Now it sounds as if someone is crying...I'm not sure what's going on, but I need to get out of here. Oh, there goes another bag of Roman coins.
• It occurs to me that someone may have been injured inside that little drywall room, and they are currently chopping the body up and hiding it in the concrete. Note to self: don't ask any questions.

I think it would probably be best if I closed this up and snuck the hell out of here before someone comes out of the walled-off-area and asks me what I may or may not have seen and/or heard today. If nothing appears in this space over the next few weeks, tell Carl that we have a love that will transcend death.