oh, for the love of...

Okay, I've somehow stumbled into sitcom land. In addition to my yard being torn up, there is [I am NOT kidding you] a trumpet being practiced across the street and somewhere nearby, someone is practicing drums.

I shite you not.

I'm thinking it's time for earplugs, white noise generator, and some SERIOUS medicinal sleeping aid. I will risk the hallucinations...they can't be much worse than the sleep deprivation.