I must confess, I've always been a fan of silence.
It doesn't bother me very much, and it's nice and soothing. What tends to make silence creepy is the insertion of little tiny noises that you can't notice when things are in their usual loud state. It's very Hitchcock, I suppose, and it's not very relaxing.
But a lovely silence like right now– both little Meows down for a nap and Mama Meow tap-tap-typing away with only the hums of the computer and the fridge to keep me company– is one of those little treats that I wish I could store away in some cool, secluded chamber or soul's humidor of sorts to pull up when I'm feeling mad as a hornet and about to send out the pheromones to the hive.
This reminds me, also, that I have not wished my blog a Happy Birthday. It is now four years and two months old (minus a day). I'm not sure what this all means, except that having a blog? It is really really cool.
Anyway, I hope you all out there in the blogiverse have a happy Wednesday! Toodles!