monk222 | Thursday Morning

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?