There is something so soothing about the sound of my cat eating his food. And not just this cat...but all cats I've ever had. It's a clicky crunching, and the sound of nourishment.
Right now I'm sitting in my office, the pink walls look plum colored with the dim light creeping in from the kitchen. Coach lays at my feet stretched out as long as my rug, keeping it warm. I have not much interesting to say.
And as the sound of Bart and a helicopter whiz outside my window I realize that it's not as quiet here as I thought. There's always noise. Cars from the front, Bart from the back. Puppy snoring at my feet. Clicking of the keyboard. Breathing.
NPR had a story this morning about three deaf people who got the implant to hear, and how annoying that was because they were unable to selective hear. They heard everything. From the fan of their computer to the chomping of lunch from their neighbor at work. In all three cases, they decided they'd rather be deaf.
I'm feeling my eyes get heavy, like a droopy cartoon character's eyelids. I imagine that zzzzzz's will form in a bubble next to my head soon.
So...it's me, signing off til tomorrow.
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