This morning I stepped out onto the deck, took a deep breath, and gazed in quiet wonderment as the sunlight kissed the dew-covered grass. Suddenly, a chainsaw sliced through the silence, a piece of the garage tumbled down, and an Albanian guy came bursting through like the Kool-Aid Man.  “Good morning!” he greeted me, then casually carried on with his demolition.

How many of you had a similar start to your day?