There aren't even crickets chirping. It's like a strange vacuum of time and space.
There is writing to work on and I'm thrilled to actually have the time to do it. And, look!, blogging.
The amount of quiet, the sheer quantity of 'nothing to do' is making me a little paranoid.
*looks over shoulder*
Nope. I haven't forgotten anything.
*looks to the left, looks to the right*
The children are definitely behaving and not putting undue demands on my time at the moment. (Did something get put in their food?)
*peers under the bed*
I guess I could clean....
Ha! Who am I kidding? That ain't gonna happen.
*checks the yard, down the street, the roof*
Still no crickets chirping. I hope they're not planning anything. Because I'm gonna go write.