Hanging around

Last night, Punky was called out for an emergency computer fix up north. He got back this afternoon and is now passed out with the puppy. Thus, I am trying to be quiet.

I'm no good at being quiet.

I can think of a million things I would like to get accomplished today, but most of them involve a flurry of activity around the house (not quiet) or throwing in a movie and putting things together (equally not quiet). You forget the little noises of life. The microwave, the floorboards, doors, the swish of your pants as you walk. All very noisy.

So I'm relaxing and breathing. Quietly.