I had to get up around 7:30 or so to feed the cats. Between Jake's plaintive cries and George's routine of lying next to my head and purr-bombing me, sleep was impossible. So I got up, fed them, got dressed, and drove to the mini-mart to buy the dead-tree edition of the NY Times.
I came home, made a cup of coffee, and sat on the couch to read the paper. Other than the compressor of the refridgerator occaisionally kicking in, the loudest sound was from Gracie, who was lying next to me and purring. The other sounds were from the rain, which was lightly falling, the ticking of a clock and the birds in the trees, which are about a hundred feet away.
It's a little noiser, now, as the dryer is running and I can hear faint strains of music coming from an adjacent apartment, but not by much. Occaisionally a car door slams and a car starts up, but on a day such as today, not a lot of people are finding a need to go places.
Just a quiet Sunday morning.
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