Tap. Tap. Tap.

What the f**k is that?

I look at my alarm clock. 5:00 am.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I drag myself out of bed and walk over to the window and look out at the building going up next to my apartment building.

In the early morning darkness, I can make out a lone figure—with his back turned to me and hunched over—pounding nails into blocks of wood.

Great.

They’ve gone from starting work at 6:00 to 5:00.