We're doing big, just-below-Monster House-caliber renovations on our house, rejiggering the placement of stuff in the living room and putting in a new hardwood floor, having just added a new wing to the house. As I write this, I am being driven maniacally, homicidally insane by the constant banging and drill and scraping. Worse yet, it's right outisde my door. I can actually feel the vibrations on the floor. I'm slowly losing my sanity, like that guy in that H.P. Lovecraft story.