Usually we blame the cats for anything that disturbs our sleep. This is because it’s usually our cats who do it: walk on our heads? Check. Demand to burrow under the covers between us? Check. Horrible, gurgling, caterwauling in the wee hours of the morning? Check. Vile substances thrown up (or worse) on various textiles and surfaces? Check, check, check.
So when the tablesaw started up in the apartment on the other side of our bedroom wall this morning at 7:30, our first instinct was to blame the usual suspects.
Two, maybe three horrible crosscuts later, the saw shut off, but by then I was already making tea. Jerks.