Thump Pound Thump Pound Thump Pound CRASH
Yesterday’s high winds peeled off more than an acceptable number of shingles from our roof, so right now there’s a contractor up there putting down some new ones. I’m sure he’s doing a fine job of it, but it sounds as if he’s pushing livestock off my roof at three minute intervals. Or possibly just falling down a lot. I should probably go out and check to see if the guy’s all right, but I guess as long as I keep hearing bangs and crashes everything’s actually fine. And anyway, the guy’s a bonded professional. He’s been in the roof fixing/livestock pitching business a long time. I don’t want to mess up his rhythm and/or be crushed by a falling pig.
That’s my day at the moment.