The things in my head go 'round and 'round

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.