So supposedly some guy thinks a jack-hammer will go unnoticed by the neighbouring residents on a Monday morning, at 2:30am.
This is really quite odd. It is, after all, a jack-hammer.
We can’t see the hammer-man at the moment, but wow, can we hear him (in a nearby basement, possibly digging for treasure, if not attending to some plumbing-related emergency).
Now here we lay, awaiting the federalis, and a return to the land of sleep.