the sound of silencei came home last night, stumbling to the front door laden with groceries and bags, and struggled to turn the key in the door. as i kicked my way in, my ears immediately went in to retreat as they have for the last 2 weeks, protecting themselves from the bass roar of the blowers. except this time, they were met with silence. as my recent pessimistic outlook on the whole situation took over, i assumed that something was broken. but as rounded the corner, i discovered that the blessed silence was a nod to the absence of equipment. HALLELUJAH!
tonight i will sleep for the first and last time in a while. tomorrow they rip up the floorboards.
current mood: dusty.