"Grant's Tomb--Grant speaking"

That's one of the ways that the jokesters in my family used to answer the phone when I was growing up. Well, speaking of growing up, our son has just about grown and flown--he drove himself back to college yesterday in that jalopy of his. When I came home last night, the place was dead as a doornail. It finally dawned on me, after a couple of hours at the computer, that, with him gone and the hubster out, I'd scarcely heard a sound in two hours. Those of you who still have kids at home may find this hard to believe, but there really is such a thing as too quiet.