Shhhh
So, it's Saturday morning, and I did what I usually do: slept late. Stayed in bed even later, because my cat was sleeping between my side and my elbow and it's illegal to move your cat when she's comfortable, sleeping, and cute. But eventually I got up. Went upstairs (we have a weird house, our bedroom and a bunch of living space is below the kitchen and living room and some other rooms). And I made coffee, opened the shades on the glass door, and am sitting here looking out past our yard and the the soybeans and the cornfield to the trees along the creek, and it's quiet and peaceful and beautiful. But very quiet. My processors are on the table rather than on my head. As much as I love hearing, and for the most part I want to hear everything there is (though honestly, I never knew how much noise my husband makes when he's cooking). But it's cool, and I even enjoy the snippets of conversation that I overhead when I walk through the cube farm near my