Our new neighbors are doing it right. They are taking their time fixing up the (foreclosed) house before they move in.
There's been nothing but a solid stream of delivery trucks and worker bees hovering like a cloud over the house.
We hear circular saws and hammers pounding.
We see neighborhood folk out for their daily walks craning their necks to look in the uncovered windows.
Me? I'm just as bad. Only I hope slightly less obvious.