Class nearly over.

Tempted to be lazy but I won’t, there’s no way.  Have been pulled one way or another and been smothered by noise, noises, all day.  Two big kids asleep, Jackie now with whatever bug Emma had, has… have to write through it.  No show tonight.  No Netflix.  Just writing. Wake early, pop one of those cold brews Melissa bought me so the coffee machine or espresso machine sounds don’t wake anyone.

Time to forfeit sleep, and laziness.  For writing.  Books.

Henry about to pass out.  The time for me and my pages, quiet that I have been dreaming of all day is closer, closer.

Two people still awake though, Henry and Melissa.  After that, overdose on the sound absence.