Just as we were about to sit down and devour our breakfast a series of loud banging noises began to ring out from the bathroom at the end of our hall. We had noticed stacks of cement bags on the curb in front of our building on our way in and assumed the racket was part of the construction project. As we were about to take our first bite a particularly loud crack, followed by the sound of scattering debris, made me pause. I had closed the bathroom door earlier because of the noise. I walked back to check on things after Seth joked that "They sound like they're breaking in to our house."
They were.
Greeeeeeaaaaaat. Seth looked up at me from the couch as if to say, "I don't think I can move, can you deal with this?" I went upstairs to the apartment above where the construction was taking place. The workers followed me downstairs and brought a crew of guys to mix up some concrete and patch the ceiling. Seth rallied and helped oversee the job. We no longer have a hole in our ceiling and the poached eggs on toast were delicious.
As we say in Egypt, "Kollo Kwayess" [Everything's fine]
