I'd better hurry up and hang the wind chimes back up. Last night, Pop gave up the big room early, and since the winds were really whipping around us, I took the chimes down in order to improve my chances for enjoying a good sleep. He tolerates my taking them down, but he is not happy about it. It's the same with the loud tick-tocky clock in the kitchen. The weirdness probably is with me, but what is wrong with a little quiet?