It's way too quiet in here. I know I wrote that yesterday, but it's still true. I guess I didn't realize how much noise is involved in our daily life. Yelling and screaming and the coffee maker and the piano and the garage door and the two CDs Wendie will consent to listening to on repeat and doors banging and the phone ringing ( Read more... )

I feel strangely unsettled. It's the first time in my entire life that I've lived alone. It's not a bad feeling, just something else to get used to. It's so quiet in here - definitely not like home at all. Maybe I should get a dog. An Airedale, like Dove was, before she "went to the farm up north." It'd be nice to have a dog again ( Read more... )