It's too quiet when you can hear the electric clock ticking?

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Reads like a title to a horror novel, doesn't it? That's what it is like at my house right now. The a/c isn't running, the fridge isn't running, and the only sounds I hear are my fingers striking the keyboard and the battery operated clock over my shoulder ticking away the second of my summer. The ticks of the clock sound like they're saying, "GO! WRITE! GO! WRITE!" I have written some today. My mind was distracted by the septic tank trouble this morning and my wife's car battery needing to be replaced. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to get out. I had to go. Go to the local AutoZone store and get a new battery that is. I was very lucky the car started. It may have been the last crank the old battery had in it. It got me to the store though. I swapped out the batteries right there in the parking lot. The helpful store associate informed me that he could change the battery for me at no charge. It is part of their service. I earned a smile when I told him, "Son, sometimes a man's just gotta do what a man's gotta do. Besides," I added, "my wife will be impressed that I did it on my own. It's good to remind her once in a while that I'm not just a pretty face." The young man laughed and told me he'd be right inside if I needed any help. I didn't but appreciated the gesture. Now, I'm back home listening to rumbles of thunder and hoping the portend rain. How is your Monday shaping up?