And as I lay there, hearing the soft breathing of BF (finally home from 10 days in Texas) next to me, I slowly come awake, and realize that the chewing is one of my silly cats, down in the basement (I'm guessing Tess), who has decided to maker her presence known. But I'm no softy. No sir-ee. They're both staying down there until 6am. I can't have them scratching at my door at 4 am. Nope. They're just going to have to scratch at the FLOOR. Urgh.
Actually, the noise has completely stopped since I came out here to the couch to write this. Now I hear nothing. And when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING. No traffic, no birds, no furnace (not on yet), no trains in the distance. It's unusually quiet here, except for the chittering of my fingers on the keys, and the whir of the laptop fan when I stop typing. It's nighttime in the country. Peace.