How much wood must they chip? This is the company that has the city contract to come in and artlessly hack up trees to make room for the power lines. They cut gorgeous pecan trees in half or lop off most of the branches of huge live oaks, leaving nothing but a towering trunk and three or four small, sad limbs. Then, when they're done butchering, they park their smelly diesel wood chipper right outside my bedroom window at 10 a.m. and grind everyone's lovely trees into oblivion.
I am tired, and my neck is sore from my semiconscious, morning-long attempt to maintain the fetal position while twisting and burying my head under as many pillows and blankets as possible. I hate the wood chipper.