Winter and Construction

I used to laugh at the joke: "Did you know there are only 2 seasons in Wisconsin: winter and road construction?" This summer I've lost my sense of humor. The street below my office window has been a beehive of activity for months. Today they're breaking up concrete (again). I'm trying hard to concentrate on writing a cohesive storyline for an upcoming edit session. Don't be surprised if it turns out to be an escapist fantasy about a world where roads are magically renewed each time a vehicle passes by.

Oh yeah, next week road rip-up begins in front of my house. Perhaps there is only one season in Wisconsin.