quiet

..DD is in her room. DH is upstairs, asleep. The bugs of summer are singing outside the window; a chorus. I may hear a frog, too. The loudest sound I hear is that of my fingers, tapping the keys.

I had a day alone today. My car was in the shop and I never got it back. It was a gift. Total solitude, nonproductive solitude. Nobody to answer to, take care of, think about. Just me. I need more time like that. I turned off the TV, didn't listen to music, and spent less time than usual online.

It was bliss.