
Right now I'm processing how quiet my house is going to be when they are gone. It makes me a little sad. The dogs are sawing logs and unaware of coming changes in their lives again. But I suppose that's the nature of their lives... change. They weren't adopted into a low key household where normal is actually...er...normal.
I have some instruments that will be glad of home alone time. And a blog. And, er, a thousand household crevices.
For now I'm enjoying the silence.