I’m hiding from pajama-clad children for a moment, searching for a little quiet in a day that by its end will have my head pounding loud.
There will be the noise of barking at the kennel when I say goodbye to my dogs. There will be the sound I make when I swallow hard from the guilt of leaving them there for a week.
There will be the the noises of the children in the backseat on our drive. The interstate noise I memorized as a child stretched out, seatbeltless, in the way back of the station wagon driving through Kentucky.
There’ll be the hum of talk radio, cries for crackers and more juice.
If there must be noise, why can’t it all sound like this?
Happy Friday. Happy weekend. See you soon.