I am experiencing a very rare occurance in my home right now- silence.
My husband and sons are attending the Olympic Flame festivities here in our small town along with the rest of the elementary school...actually probably most of the town will be there.
My daughter is fast asleep upstairs and I am basking in the silence.
I have seen the Olympic Flame twice in my life now so I don't feel the same passion to stand in the freezing cold (-35 degrees) to watch it a third time.
According to my husband that is being un-patriotic.
I think of it more as self-preservation.
Besides, I am just loving the quiet almost-aloneness of this hour!