I wonder if I'd ever be able to work in a library?
As much as I enjoy reading, love the smell of books, and people watching, the "sound of silence" is deafening to me. I have to have some sort of noise. Whether its music, a book on CD, or the TV on in the background, I enjoy sounds.
This sound-need proves to be a bit difficult when it comes to night time. I do not enjoy the sound of snoring (from the human or dog variety--and sad to say, there is plenty of both in my house) I am a perfect sleeper and neeeeever snore ;)
But there is still too much quiet at night. So for the past few years, I have been running a small fan in the opposite corner of the bedroom. It's the perfect white noise to keep out the bad sounds and let me drift peacefully into slumber.
However....my bed-mate loathes this fan. Or as he has always called it: the blast furnace. Poor guy. Gets to sleep in swanky king-sized beds with 500 thread-count sheets 3-4 nights out of the week, and he has to come home to a pesky white noise. (and it helps me block out his snoring that I have not missed)
Recently, after re-fueling my heart and soul with a wonderful estrogen-fest, I was able to quickly kiss Mook goodbye before he jumped on another plane.
Only later that evening did I go into get ready for bed and unpack when I saw this:
Its totally the small stuff that makes my world-go-round. This note will stay there to remind not only me, but him the next time I hear him grumble about my "blast furnace"
What Perfect Moment have you recently been aware of?