quiet

There's nothing wrong with nothing. So says she who currently shares the house with nobody, not even music or TV, just the sound of the dryer and a suspiciously loud frig. But I'll think about the looming possibility of a new appliance later; my mind is uncharacteristically empty, nothing the seductive summer trend.

I know this state of quiet suspended animation is a put-on, but I do not much care. I know that soon, say tomorrow, I'll admit to wondering if the phone will ring or if a message will be delivered with a question that may just change things. But tomorrow is tomorrow and today is full of silence, even in my head.