I should be going to the gym.
I should be clicker training the dog.
I should be writing articles for submission.
I should be weeding the garden.
I should be cleaning off the carport.
I should be mowing the lawn.
I should be getting the parts of my mash tun.
But the neighborhood is quiet. Almost as quiet as it is on Sunday afternoons. And I can’t break myself away from the sound of this exquisite silence.
