So, the Elder's Quorum in our ward switched rooms with the RS because they were too cold in the room with the windows. Now, I feel their pain....literally since I am now forced not only to endure (it's not that bad, I just have my own personal hangups with the perpetual testimony meeting/one upping of who's life is more tragic which seems to have become a trend lately) RS when I struggle to sit there for the entire block regardless, but now in the cold, in a skirt. I'm a tough girl, don't get me wrong. I survived Canada in a skirt. Hear me roar. But what part of this all makes sense to anyone? Not me. Yes, so there are more sisters in the ward which I guess might equate to more body heat? Maybe? I still don't get it.
Sometimes I like the silence. I listen to music at work, and blast my music in the car. At home, there is music or the tv on most of the time. Every now and then I just crave the silence of driving my car without any entertainment whatsoever. To be alone with ones thoughts. Like this morning, that sounded like a swell idea. Sweet silence. What I discovered is that my car is getting increasingly noisy and squeaky, and making a new sound all together foreign to me, and I need to pay that bill that I almost forgot about and I got stressed out. Sometimes, I just like the noise. To drown out everything else. And to live in denial. I like that as well.