So... I woke this morning to the sound of a neighbor's house being torn down.
At first I watched. It was like if I went back to bed and got up later... it'd be gone.
But then I felt too tired and didn't think I really wanted to see it happening so I went back to sleep. Of course, I couldn't sleep with the noise. But I tried.
And now I look out my window and where a house once was is a pile of broken wood and glass.
UPDATE: I found out that they're building a new house there. Can't wait to see it.