Another quiet morning sans NPR. Another quiet evening sans The Beatles. Another quiet car ride sans... NPR. I should really branch out a bit and listen to music in the car, or get a slightly different perspective and listen to Fox News Radio... Democracy Now! is on KDUR though. That would be an option.
I'm still talking/singing/humming to myself to try to fill the quiet. Why is that my response to quiet? I thought I was good at being quiet, but I most certainly am not. I feel like a hummingbird, constantly searching for the next bit of auditory sustenance. I'm surprised by this. Again, I thought I was good at quiet. After all, I enjoy hiking and walking and going for jaunts on my bicycle and I never feel particularly compelled to bring music or a podcast, etc. Why, now that I know I cannot have it, do I want the noise more?
That's not to mention the void left by my having turned off my phone. The mind boggles.