thou shall not annoy thy neighbors
It is quite rude to begin doing construction work on your house at 7am on a Sunday morning. It is even ruder than mowing your lawn at 8am on Saturday.
I have a good mind to go over there and rip out every single nail that was noisily hammered into boards today.
My sleep was already disrupted by dreams that kept me busy and breathless. Running to catch buses that had already come, trying to save small children from a fire, and dodging low flying planes.
Then the birds, always the birds, and my neighbor's car alarm singing its blaring siren song over and over until she finally came out and turned it off.
I fell back asleep near 6:30 and then the hammering started. Occasionally the pounding noise was joined by the buzz of one power tool or another.
Now it is my head that is pounding and I have the urge to make the offending neighbor pay for his sins.
I'll wait until he's lazing in his hammock this afternoon, beer and newspaper in hand. I'll sit and wait some more until he is comfortable enough that his eyelids start drooping and he lapses into what he believes is a well-deserved nap.
And then, I'll go outside and wash my car. I'll turn the radio on as I do so.
Slayer, turned to maximum volume.
That ought to do it.