Morning

7 am.

Bang, bang, bang!

Scraaaape.

Buzzzzzzz.

Ah, the refreshing sounds our our upstairs neighbor commencing with his excavations...ahem, I mean remodeling.

7am? In an apartment building with neighbors fore and aft?

Welcome to Israel, I guess.

Out on our balcony, intermingled with the sweet smell of jasmine, I catch a wift of sawdust on the breeze, a fragrant reminder of construction back home. Only the strains of country music are missing.

Good morning!