This WAS (note: past tense) our driveway. No notice of the construction starting (or even a mention that it might happen). Just pulled in the driveway and this was blocking my way. I am literally parked right behind the backhoe. I just stood there and stared at the hole for awhile to try to figure out how to get to my house. My house is at the bottom of the hill. It was a treacherous trip.
Tomorrow will be less random…I hope. Cross your fingers for me.