I am listening to blissful quiet. The birds are chirping outside, the sun is shining in. No TV. No kids. No husband. I have the house to myself to write.
Now all I have to do is get over the urge to take a hot bath and read a great book instead. Or simply stare off into space listening to music. Loud music. The kind no one likes but me.
Gotta write though. If I hurry, maybe I can squeeze in the other luxuries, too.