Things were quieter a few months ago.
I mean that literally.
There was barely any traffic (as we'd all been asked to stay home) and you could HEAR how quiet it was. A single airplane flying overhead was incredibly noticeable. You'd hear a car now and then and think man, there's no traffic. It was a little eerie, the unknown potential of this virus being the cause of this silence but it was quiet.
That, and it was early early Spring, so the birds - crows mainly - were less "yelly". (They're so yelly right now. On and on for hours a day. I have to guess they're territorial over a nest and something's bothering them but damn...)
Then there's the fans. My fans. Electric, not, like... personal (ha, I made a funny).
It got hot last week, and while I managed the heat pretty ok, what was difficult was the lack of air flow. I'm jealous of anyone who has windows on two sides of their place and can get a through breeze... what a difference it makes. I remember (oh so long ago) going to my parents' place on a very hot day and their apartment was chilly. So much air flow. My place, I try to keep up with the coming heat but the noise of fans running actually gets to me. Especially the box fan. As much as I need it, and it helps blow air around, the noise grinds on me and drains me.
So I've had a bit of a rough week. I'm extra irritable and the noises are noisy and I'm missing fresh air but struggling to get myself outside and I do wish the crows would hurry up and get over whatever's bothering them so.
Anyway... that's a rant. Or something. About missing the quiet that was.