A giant front-end loader scraping up huge hunks of concrete and other debris and dumping them into a dump truck... right outside our window... all night long, that's what.
The building behind us has been leveled to a shell of what used to be the ground floor. The other floors were pulverized and dropped into that shell. The deconstruction has reached a stage where they have to haul off the broken bits - and that requires heavy equipment. Trouble is, the roads here are tiny, traffic is heavy, and trucks are NOT allowed into the town during the day.
So they come at night - about 10-11pm. So, with thumps that rattled the windows, and growling engines that rumbled and vibrated the couch I was sitting on... not to mention the incredibly piercing back-up beepers... they workers loaded rubble. All flippin' night. They must have loaded truck after truck. They were gone by the time my 6am alarm went off. I suppose they had to be out of town by sun-up.
Fortunately, my knowledge of the truck bans, understanding of traffic, and previous experience watching the people working on this building (they are truly industrious), grants me enough patience to not be annoyed at the uproar back there. There are some thumps and bangs that come in hard enough that I can feel them - like they bumped into our building or something (can't actually happen, there's a wall - but it feels like it). It's an incredible amount of noise. But at least it is very busy noise. They seem to be really moving and so I can hope that they are hurrying - maybe only to save money on equipment rental, or whatever, but the details do not matter to me. They're moving right along.
It also helps that, somehow, the kids sleep right through it all. This is not the first night that they've been out there and the kids never hear a thing. Absolutely amazing. And good they slept last night - today was the first day back to school. It was good to have them wake up feeling happy, bouncy, and ready to go.