Wednesday Morning

Apparently, when a 100-year-old sidewalk is to be demolished, the work must take place at 7 a.m. And then, as a final criterion, the occupant adjacent to said sidewalk has to have gone to bed no earlier than 2 a.m.

With no hope of going back to sleep (and it being a beautiful, clear winter day), I went out for a macchiato and a drive up to The Point.