Aaaahhhhhhhhh.
It. it. so. quiet. here. (the children are in Atlanta)
I can hear things I never notice.
The cycle of the ice maker. The hum of the fridge. The tip tap of the dog’s nails on the hardwood. The clickety click of this keyboard. The AC start up. Some birds chirping outside.
I haven’t even thought about a cup of coffee yet. Why? Because I could wake up when I wanted (9:30), and slowly come to life. And not talk to anyone (’cept my Dad, he called, but that doesn’t count, he’s an adult).
Maybe I’ll go back to bed.
Hey, how’s Blake doing?
Comment by Rie — May 4, 2006 @ 12:24 pm
Update?
Comment by SmockLady — May 4, 2006 @ 3:44 pm