Music to my ears

Worst sound at 4:32 AM (Sun): that hollow, churning, rhythmic gulping sound that dogs make right before they puke.
Worst sound at 3:30 PM (Thur) while people are tearing up your bathroom: Clunk, "I ain't never seen THAT before."
Worst sound at 4 AM (Sun)after being up with puking dog: "DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDY. (Scream whisper) SHHHHHHHHH. Don't wake up Mommy. Is it time to go to Waffle House yet?"
Worst sound (FRI) while bathroom is in throes of demolition and the pool man is cleaning the pool: "(doorbell) Ma'am. I just don't think this pool liner is going to last much longer. We can maybe pull through til the end of the summer, because we're just about done...but it isn't going to last through the fall. It's got to be replaced. We can do that for you...the price is just...."
Worst sound at dinner time (SAT): Clink clink--empty gin bottle.
Best sound yet: 7:30 AM (Sun): beep beep--coffee's done.
The dust is an inch thick all through my house from the sanding and finishing of drywall. I need a respirator just to sit and think about cleaning it. (The only thing I can think of is Darth Vader on a mad cleaning spree.)
Bathroom re-do is becoming a THING. In related news, court grants M easy divorce on grounds of INSANE wife.
Oh, well. Coffee's made.