After working Swingshift for many years and going to bed when the birds start chirping at O Dark Thirty, it has taken a bit of adjustment to getting up about the same time I used to go to sleep.
On top of being dead tired from busting my ass all week I see my body has made that adjustment.
As tired as I was yesterday after a 12 hour shift I somehow managed to stay up until damn near Midnight without nodding off in my chair and when I did go to bed I slept hard. Of course there was that usual gotta get up and take a piss in the middle of the night thing but other that that, I was out.
So now I am up and awake and it wasn’t even seven o:clock in the morning when I woke up.
I threw a cuppa in the nukulizer and went outside to enjoy it and have a smoke.
It wasn’t raining even though it’s clouded over. That will burn off later probably.
What I noticed is how quiet it was.
Nobody was moving around, no cars driving by, I either couldn’t hear or automatically tuned out the traffic noises from the local area, it was just…. quiet.
Not even a bird chirping.
I finished that and came back in the house and flipped open the laptop.
It was so quiet in here I could hear the little fan come on and then I could hear a cat crunching on some Kibbles clear in the other room.
I can’t even remember when it was so quiet around here.
No fucking televisions blasting, nothing.
Fuck me is it nice.
I have shit to do today, my only day off this week, of course.
But right this minute I am just going to sit here and enjoy the peace and quiet for a few minutes.
It’s a rare moment anymore.