I just finished tidying up and finishing a light breakfast. The is no ambient media playing, no music, TV, radio, or podcast playing. The sounds of birds chirping are blowing in on the waves of fresh air. Mr The Kitty is trotting around from open window to open window. I wonder, how strange it is for a little guy like him to live in this sad and quiet 9 to 5 day. I’m typing because I need some sense of my workday. In a perverse way, I kinda miss the structure of meetings and scheduling.