I'm hearing crickets chirping.
“Crickets Chirping” is sort of bloggers' cliche: it's often used to mean a silence so deep on some issue (where there should be noise) that one can hear the crickets. But since Sunday afternoon I'm really hearing real crickets chirping — two transparent bags of them fresh from the pet store. They're going into school with one of the kids
tomorrowtoday to feed the science teacher's bearded dragon. And meanwhile, they're loud.
(The picture is nothing like what the bags look like. I just liked the picture.)