They’re building this morning, in my first Tuscaloosa neighborhood, the domain of my little brick duplex that is gone. Two more houses had walls go up yesterday, and very early this morning we couldn’t sleep for the hammering and drilling. Now that I’m actually awake, it reminds me of the car repair shop by my pink house, the energy of building building up, a made thing brimming around the corner. It’s a good sort of background noise for reading poetry this morning (Brenda Hillman). I just wish they’d start at 8:30 instead of 6 AM. I’m not awake enough to read poems at 6 AM.