Quiet time

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I like my quiet time.

I like time to be able to just be. I don’t do it often, but when I do I want it quiet. There are also some expectations when it comes to times of the day when it should be quiet…like when it is time for bed.

Now, I don’t mean silent. That would just be weird. Crickets singing. Birds chirping. Fan blowing. None of those really disturb the “quiet time”. However, there is a reasonable expectation that something won’t be louder than those things, which would then be a disruption to the quiet time.

Neighbor’s barking dog. Disruption of quiet time. Neighbor’s barking dog for hours in the evening and into the night, like after 10:00pm (the presumed quiet time of the city)? Yeah, down right infuriating.

Noisy, loud campers at a campground. Disruption of quiet time. Noisy and loud campers in a campground carrying on until after the POSTED quiet time of 10:00pm? Yeah, down right infuriating since the walls of a tent are literally paper thin.

What’s up with killing the quiet?

Don’t answer that. Keep it to yourself. That question was rhetorical.

I am trying to be quiet over here.

Quiet.

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