Woke me up in an annoyed manner about an hour early before work.
(Ex-) Neighbors next door had apparently decided that the easiest way to move large furniture out of their apartment was to take a large hammer to it all and haul it out in pieces, and then the apartment "renovation" crew apparently thought the best way to mop, dust, and sweep was with a Pratt and Whitney JT-8D run at 105% all day Friday, so my first thought was that it was more of that. Then a picture above my bed landed on me, and I figured something else was up.
No damage other than a chipped picture frame and a pair of bleary eyes.