Thursday morning.. Ken pokes me at around 9:30am to get up because he hears someone in the apartment. I ignore him and tried to get back to sleep. 10 minutes later we both hear very loud whacks and someone cursing “shit, fuck, fuck.. ” repeatedly.. So we get up and put some clothes on and go out into the kitchen. There’s a plumber there working on the kitchen sink. He says “Oh someone is home.” then explained something about jamming the screwdriver into the pipe or something. Lovely way to wake up. I swear I’m putting the deadbolt on from now on. Yay for cold water again though.. don’t use it for much, I wash dishes with the water as hot as it will go. We both went back to sleep after he left.