. . . are quiet.
As in . . . really, really quiet.
Like living-in-an-upturned-barrel-placed-over-your-head kind of quiet.
You see, I flew out to Colorado last Thursday with a little touch of a cold. While there, the high altitude and super-dry air did a number on my sinuses. And then I flew home. Let's just say . . . the pressure in my head (and particularly in my ears) has not quite normalized.
In other words, I can't hear a freakin' thing!!!
Today is quiet.
Very, very quiet.
(And Tom wins the True Love 4-Ever'n'Ever award. Because he watched the Oscars with me last night with the volume set on MAX and didn't even complain.) (Now that's love!)
How's your Monday?