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It’s quiet…too quiet

I love state fairs. I still remember my first state fair in the way back in North Carolina. I think that’s where I was introduced to my first foot long hot dog and on another occasion a corn dog. For the past 5 years or so, every time the Tennessee Valley Fair was here and my family was going, I was either in Los Angeles or just too consumed with deadlines to join them. This is crunch week on a project that must show great results. Tonight is the night the grandparents wanted to take the kids to the fair. I just had to say no. The funny thing is the decibel level in our house runs so consistently high that until you are alone in the house, it is hard to appreciate just how noisy we are. My ears feel like they are filled with cotton. This is almost too quiet to work!