40 days and 40 nights

I am up in the middle of the night because they are working on Cooke Road IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. I have been a patient woman even calling the company and the city (who gave out the contract) to compliment them on their workers and their dedication (the company workers, not the city workers.).  But now I am getting cranky.  What is that machine that sounds like someone is being stabbed in a horror movie eee eee eee (or like a golf cart backing up?) Everything is dirty to boot.  The cars look like they should be in the movie Smokey and the Bandit. The flower beds down by the mailbox are neglected and seemingly the ONLY place where anything will grow with wild abandonment.  The one thistle plant is as tall as the mailbox. I like clean. I like pretty. I want our lives back.  Hell I'll even take back the traffic on Cooke Road.  Make it stop...at least at night.