It's very quiet here this morning. There aren't even any birds singing. No children yelling back and forth. No lawnmowers, cars, or trashtrucks. It makes me feel like the earth ended during the night, but nobody bothered to wake me up to let me know.
There's somebody stirring around upstairs. I can hear footsteps crossing the floor, but tentatively as if they don't know where they are going. It's almost like the proverbial waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop.
Last week, I hurt my hip or back or something that's connected to my leg. Funny thing, it only bothers me when I'm trying to do housework. I think the problem with my hip is that I need a new pair of tennis shoes with more arch support. But I can't go buy shoes untill I get new socks because my old socks are gray and thin from age. And I can't go buy new socks because the store where I bought them has gone out of business and they're my favorite socks.
Oh, well. Nothing last forever. Not the quiet, not the pain, not even my favorite socks.
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