I took it as a sign that they'd finished work for the day when the portly fellow tossed his shovel into the back of the lorry and opened up a bottle of stout. It was six pm and I had yet to get out of bed. I must have listened to Electric Lady Land about twelve times. I think I fell asleep at one point. Regardless, the end of the crew's work day signified the beginning of mine. Rule number one of burglary: make sure no one is home. Rule number two: see rule number one.