I can’t believe that it is actually quiet right now. In fact, the clicking of my keyboard might be the noisiest activity right now. There isn’t any TV on. The young one is playing with his some toys. I can’t believe it. When quiet serendipitously happens, I feel like I should stop whatever I am doing and throw myself into enjoying the quiet with reckless abandon. I want to take down about eighteen books and start reading them all at once. I want to write novels while writing poems and even knock off a grocery list or something. I better enjoy the silence while I have the chance.