Look, friends! The builder left!
I had already taken a picture of the sock laying on my keyboard. But that was a sad picture. As soon as he drove away, I scampered outside and took a better picture atop a pile of random renovation debris.
I enjoyed over two hours of blissful silence. But then he came back, and the hammering/sawing/nail-gunning/scowling/generally-being-incredibly-annoying continued again, and continues still, as I type these very words.
I think the best response to “Make me a sandwich” is a sincere and earnest, “No, but I’ll make you INTO a sandwich.”