I woke up at 6:30 this morning to some serious hammering, shouting and a weird combination of smells (cigarette smoke, gasoline and something else potentially dangerous). An engine roared. Men were swearing. This is what I saw out the 2nd floor window as I wandered/waddled sleepily into the hallway:
That, friends, is the very topmost part of a cement truck! Our gruff team of concrete dudes (seriously, I thought they were fighting when I heard all the shouting, but just that's their normal banter) got an early jump on things, and we're getting our super awesome burned kitchen floor poured today!
There is giddiness in my soul right now. Pics to come!