Sitting down to write.  Assessing the house. 

The cats are asleep.  They are not breaking things or fighting or breaking things while fighting or walking on my keyboard or yelling at me for food or attention. 

The dog is asleep.  She is not pawing me in the spleen, demanding food, walkies, a game of kill-the-devil, or investigating the possibility of food on my desk. 

The neighbors are not yelling at their dogs, not doing woodwork in their garages, not having a party or argument outside my windows.

The construction on the street has stopped.  My electricity has, therefore, stabilized. 

I have a soda; I have had a tasty lunch.  I have energy.  I do not have a headache. 

I have new scenes to write, new worlds to explore, new everything to wallow in.

There is no excuse in the world not to be writing! 

...it's too damn quiet.