My daughter and I are the only ones home tonight. At least for awhile. My two sons are at band practice, and I don’t mean school band. They play in a loud music, screaming vocals, headache inducing band. I am so glad practice isn’t here, and in this instance that our home is too small to host band practice.
My husband works this weekend, and since he works nights, he won’t be home until morning. This means not having to listen to snoring loud enough to cause acute insomnia in those who have to be subjected to hearing it. (Which is why I have my own bedroom).
I putzed around the house making lists for what I want to get in town tomorrow, hung a new shower liner, all the while making mental notes on what colors I want to redo the bathroom in, and other mental notes on home improvement ideas. My daughter put in some suggestions and then wandered back into her room and is exercising her vocal cords for her next singing gig. She is singing softly. Unfortunately she has to, since she has a sore throat. I’m really enjoying the peace and quiet for now. It’s been sort of a poopy day until now.