SOUNDS OF SILENCE, STRESS & SUNSHINE
Man, it is quiet in this house. There’s a hole of silence where Karin’s voice usually is, and another hole that Martin’s laughter usually fills in. There’s no sound at bedtime of good night, or I love you or I’ll see you in the morning and no hugs to hold me through the night. BUT! It’s okay, because if there’s one week I look forward to all year, it’s this one: the one where downtime fills my evenings and I can be selfish all I want: happy that I don’t have to cook for anyone else or pick up after...