The meanest thing ever

Lillian had sort of a hard night last night. Well, we've had a hard couple of nights. Last night, she fussed from 1 AM to around 5:30. It was a horrible guessing game we were playing. Hungry? No. Swaddled? No. Burp? No. Swing? Vibrating chair? Rocking? No. Needless to say, I was looking forward to her morning nap. We got up, ate breakfast, did the whole morning thing, then around 9:30, she started getting sleepy. I put her down, delighting in my forthcoming nap. Unfortunately, the city of San Luis Obispo chose the exact moment that my head hit the pillow, I mean, timed to the precise second, to cut a hole in the street outside my window with a jackhammer. It was the meanest thing anyone has ever done to me.