Shhhhh. I was going to talk about the miserable creatures, not the would be wonderful silence, but already got sidetracked. When I went to log on to this amazing blogue space, I got a notice on how to save time. At least twenty seconds. By going to WordPress, logging into the account there which I set up eight years ago and have forgotten about, I can enter a password I’m unaware of and so save time. Huh?? First, my time is not that valuable. Twenty seconds of logging into this account is not going to throw my oh-so-scheduled day off. But the aggravation of all that other input is getting to me. I spend so much angst retrieving long dead passwords, putting in new codes, wondering why I even am bothering, and thinking I should go take a walk. Or go outside and listen to a bird. Which I am doing now and the cooing is really soothing. For now. We all get it. We navigate this new internet world of things getting harder, not easier. And more time consuming. Oh-so-valuable time consuming. I’m all for wasting time. My super power. Reading, puzzles, tv, bloguing, wait what?? Very important!!! Not a waste of time at all!&$*!! But scanning codes, opting in and out, boring this and that, over it. Crickets. Ok. Back on task. I’m vacationing in a warm, bright, tropical(ish) climate, and I’ll probably get undone by crickets. I’ve been haunted all year by small (and not so small) creatures in my house. The bats aged me, and the stink bugs just wanted me gone. They knew what I was going to touch and just lit a cigarette and hung out. Pouring cream in your coffee?? I’ll just sit on the edge of the creamer. Putting on shoes?? Let me get in there. Drying your hair?? Watch out for that handle. And they aren’t called stink bugs for nothing. But one cricket. That’s all it took. On its back. One big a$$ cricket haunting me. I heard them in the walls. Everywhere. For hours. Then…..crickets. Just nothing. Natures way of telling me I can run (not really) but they’ll find me. And mess with me. And laugh that creepy rubbing your legs together sound. What even is that? My legs just get chafed. No tone at all. Which also explains why they’re rubbing. One cricket. Ya think I’m a bit paranoid? The universe telling me I can run (no) but can’t hide? Problem solve. Deal with things. Whaaaaa. I don’t want to. Just want #silence#peace#shhhh#yepcrickets