Since I got back from my weekend on Galveston's beachfront, I find myself sitting in silence when I can. There was just something about the serene crash of the waves, the brisk gulf breeze, and the perfect combination of temperature and humidity that satisfied my every need.
Each workday at the office is filled with the clickity-clack of keyboards, the ringing of phones, and the chatter of the other staff around me. My commute to and from the office is generally stained by wreckless and unobservant motorists, so I drown out my anger and lack of patience with music from the 90's, a la Sirius channel 24.
By the time I get home, I just have no desire to listen to any more music or other noise. Even the television is starving for attention these days, as it just feels like too much work to watch anything.
Am I turning into a grumpy old man? Am I burned out? Do I just need a vacation? Whatever the case may be, I'm perfectly content with the ambient noise from my refrigerator.