Parent, grandmother, and retired writer.
It’s much more peaceful that way.
That’s what my brain is like many a morning.
Ah, I remember those days—fighting over who would get the spare bed when a sibling left home.
When I was learning to play the violin, our neighbors asked Mom to keep the windows closed.
Congrats!
I used to do that when I was little, but off the top of the neighbor’s chicken shed. Great fun and when we ran across the roof, we woke the chickens.
I had to look it up too, and I still don’t get the joke.
Sympathies. I’ve developed many food allergies (mostly fruits and nuts) in my old age and avoid milk products. Can’t use Soy milk because of thyroid meds, so I was glad to find oat milk.
Or oat milk. That’s what I have to use.
Like you said, that was a few years back.
It’s much more peaceful that way.