Airborne toxic event...

Dodged the agrarian hordes of the Farmer’s Market on the way into the office where, despite an honest effort, I typed many fewer words than I’d hoped. Left the house early, looking to escape the hubbub of the previous night’s doings, but returned home in the early afternoon to find hazmat men in white jumpsuits and respirators stalking the property with industrial vacuum cleaners. Probably take a few days to see what sort of neighbor-on-neighbor ugliness the roofing boondoggle ultimately generates, but I’m laying bets it’ll be worth at least one good short story.