I noticed something the past week or two. Normally, when I’m in the car I have the radio on. Well, I shouldn’t say normally. I should say always. A lot of the time it’s NPR, sometimes it’s Top 40 crap that I not-so-secretly love. But recently I’ve become somewhat bothers by the noise of it all, and most uncharacteristically, turned off the radio. I don’t really think about much (that’s what falling asleep time is for), instead I just kinda cruise along, enjoying the quiet. I don’t know if it’s my recent re-kindling of minimalism, if I’m turning into a prematurely grumpy old lady, or what, but I’m just gonna go with it, and enjoy my quiet time.