I’ve given in to not getting anything done today.

K is elsewhere for the week, which marks week 4 of her not being around much, which is loser for both of us. It is a mark of how much our life is a partnership that without her around I cannot seem to self motivate enough to do much more than march in place. Progress will have to wait until she’s back.

Also, the garden is bumming me out as everything seems to be getting eaten, and not by me. We didn’t have nearly this trouble last year with our little plants disappearing in the night.

So I’m taking the afternoon to appreciate one of the other freedoms HQ allows. You see, our neighbors’ houses are far far away from ours. So unlike in Seattle where we lived in apartments with people close by on the other sides of thin walls, I can play my music loud. VERY LOUD. Without pissing off the neighborhood.

I’ve made myself a playlist of all of my favorite songs that involve screaming and yelling, and I am playing it with the volume way way up. It is hard to hear myself think. I can feel the beat through my shoes. It is perfect.

Sometimes I do need peace and quiet. For the moment, peace and yelling is just the ticket.