My 2 month vacation from noise and chatter arrived today. No work. No educating chatterbox punks. No waking up at 5:30 am. No Burger King coffee. No talking. No being talked to.
I dragged myself up my front stairs and collapsed on the couch. Shortly thereafter I did the only thing I had the strength to do. Yanked off my brassiere and flung it across the room. It may have landed on a sleeping member of the cat posse. Or the ceiling fan. I didn't concern myself.
Several hours passed, where I stared into space. The silence broken only by an occasional grunt.
Now darkness has fallen. And winter stands before me like a giant moon. Only good can come of this.