The need to be quiet--

Well, heck.

We are back to just oil heat for a bit-- this time, because the chimney is clogged up. We had a bit of unexpected excitement last evening when I had to call 911 to have the fire department come visit, as I thought we might be experiencing a chimney fire. We were not, but it was high drama and a real capper to an already emotionally exhausting week. Kudos to them for showing up quickly and checking it all out. It is one of my deepest fears to have a house fire, and on top of all the other things going on, I was not in a good place to manage my feelings through that event.

I spent a rather quiet evening thereafter, though. I got Holly all ready for bed and when G got home (for the 3rd time), he took her home to her house and snugged her into bed. I watched the end of the Bruins game (they won), a little food tv, and went to bed. 

This is odd, this solo act in the house. It's really quiet, just me, the doggo, and the coffee maker. The heat is humming along, and the traffic is shushing by the dark window. All I can really hear, other than the soft ambient sounds, is the clicking of the computer keys. I've already had a cup of coffee and read the paper. 

Which is all to say, amen. A small stretch of quiet is panacea for a whole lot of ills. I know that I have some busy stuff to attend to over the weekend, some boring, some necessary, and some okay, but mostly, I needed this small quiet time in order to be my better self. It's been a hot minute or two since I've had some quiet in my life, and I'd almost forgotten how needful it is. 

I hope you have stretches of quiet today as well. The world, and our lives, are noisy places.

Take care,

C