Two nights ago, for the first time in recent memory, I experienced 5 minutes of complete silence. It was a 2:30 in the morning, and the quite is probably what woke me up! No dog snoring. No Don snoring. No cars on the road. No birds, especially guineas, making insane and unnecessary noises. I hate complete silence. (And I’m sure there are numerous psychiatrists who could dissect that statement for hours.) But for five minutes, it was amazing.
I might be softening up in my old age. Looking for quite moments to reflect on my life. At 2:30 a.m. though, it’s an awkwardly placed time for contemplation. I usually like to fall asleep to The Golden Girls. I’ve seen every episode a million times, and you can check out while still watching. Like The Waltons or Absolutely Fabulous. This is something Don doesn’t understand. If you’ve seen it once, why watch it again? I’m not watching it silly, I’m falling asleep to it.
Last night, for the first night, we banished all the dogs to crates for the night. No more terrier dominance in the bed; sprawled out, they take up about 75% of available sleeping space, relegating us humans to the various corners of our king. They did surprisingly well. All but Bob Evans, who I’m told, made quite the scene. I wouldn’t know as a noise maker made an unexpected appearance last night, waking me up every hour or so with the sound of thunder clouds, lightening and heavy rain. Imagine waking up every hour thinking there’s a humongous rainstorm passing through, only to discover it’s fake. Technology makes no sense sometimes. Last night was not a night of complete silence.