Drugged into a state of relative tranquility!
Had my chimney torn down this morning, while I was inside the house. My office was shaking as the sledehammers swung, and I could hear chunks of brick falling down inside the chimney into the antique cast-iron & ceramic tile fireplace. I was afraid my living room ceiling was going to come down at one point. Eeek!
I was totally freaked out and nearly in tears, thinking I'd made a very bad decision to agree to have this work done.
So, anyway, I dug to the back of my medicine chest and found a bottle of anti-anxiety meds for my fear of flying, and popped one of those. After a few minutes, the panic subsided, and I became more confident that my ceiling and fireplace would survive the assault. Within a couple hours, the workers had finished and vacated, leaving the outside looking reasonably tidy (and a good thing too, because they'd had to access the chimney via my neighbours' front yard).
Hopefully, tomorrow's scheduled work of building the new chimney will be much more sedate and less nerve-racking.