i am a failure and more hurricane cleanup

So I am sitting here trying to write while Laura is out doing things. And I can't write. I can't stop watching this outside my window. I am a failure.

It is loud, especially when the guy runs the chainsaw up in the dumptruck. Music is helping a little bit, but I haven't written a single word. I tried to sleep in this morning a little cause I was up so late, but I couldn't because of these guys.

Also, why is there a little kid down there? Aren't things like construction equipment and chainsaws and heavy logs dangerous?