Late night carpentry

Last night we didn't hear our favorite wild animal, but we did hear the neighbor across the street doing carpentry at 10:30pm. He was hammering away on something for half an hour before I got up and closed the windows. It's a good thing it was a cool night, because the windows blocked out most of the sound. If it had been warm, he would have gotten a visit from me in my bathrobe, asking him (kindly, of course) if he could pick a better time to build his masterpieces.