Disconnect

Days like today are really the only moments when I miss having a television around. Home alone. Overcast weather. Piles of cleaning to tackle.

And silence.

Everywhere.

I miss the background noise of a familiar show filling in the space. Filling in the quiet. The light flicker of color from across the room adding a bit of comfort to an otherwise empty apartment.

I have no desire to fritter away hours in front of the tv watching endless reruns.. I've never been one to sit still for long unless a really good book is at hand. But there is something comforting about the low mummer and gentle flicker of the boob tube in the long quiet, chore-filled hours of the afternoon.

Sadly I have not even a radio to fill the quiet...short of streaming something from the internet. But a laptop just isn't the same a that tiny noise box of knobs and dials.

Maybe I can at least find a Prairie Home Companion podcast today...