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11/08/2003: "Saturday"

It gets very quiet around here. But "quiet" means that the softer noises receive new prominence. How far is that leaf blower I hear humming? A goose passes over; the refrigerator and furnace make their intermittent music; the chair squeaks; the computer makes little belches and clicks. I don't have to say anything and there's no one to talk to. Soon I'll be back in the sound and fury, but for a while I'm on the bay side, listening to the gentle lap of the tiny waves.