Sweet Sound of Silence

It is 3:30 on Sunday afternoon. The house is absolutely quiet other than the steady hum of my PC and the central air. The phone isn't ringing, and there are no little giggles, or screams or dubious thuds. I haven't made any peanut butter and jelly sandwiches today, I haven't changed any poopy diapers, and I haven't made one sippy cup of juice.



This is worth more than gold; this is called A Weekend Visit To Grandmother's.