Half the week my place is quiet. During those mornings or evenings, I have to fill it with noise if I’m in need of it. Turning on the burr grinder (I know, I’m a snooty coffee drinker), starting the laundry with the rhythmic pulse of high-pitched, high-efficiency agitation, or playing the current binge buddy or … Continue reading March 9th, 2017 – All’s Quiet
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