Noisy Quiet Morning

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At 5am, I got up and put the coffee on to brew and went back to bed. I couldn't stand the thought of having to sit in my computer chair waiting for it to brew. I got up half an hour later to a computer that was already warmed up and a hot cup of coffee. A 6am, I started waking up the offspring. The Girl has a working day interview - that is she works all day and they watch her to see if they want to hire her. The Boy is going to be volunteering at the church's food bank all day. The Long-Suffering Brother would be there at 7am to collect them both. Naturally, my first attempts to wake them were rebuffed and my last attempts were accompanied by panic and accusations of letting them sleep too late. But, they're all gone now, their morning hustle and chatter bustled out the door just moments before the last threat to leave without them was uttered by The Brother. And the hum of the hair dryer, the cries of "where are my shoes?" and the desperate declarations of "I am almost ready, tell him to wait!" have been replaced with the insistent beats of The Talking Heads and The Ting Tings as The Man searches for just the right song to post in his Facebook music challenge. But still, I can't help sharing the quiet.