Things are different around the house. There is a quiet here--not a joyful peace or suffocating silence. It's just quiet. I have remained distracted by three four-legged creatures who drool and crave attention; I clean house and cook... It's a role I have taken on before.
Years ago, when the same quiet shook our foundation, and engulfed us in its complete lack of comfort, I cleaned and cooked as if I had my whole life.
Then, it helped distract me same as it is now. Some nights I just stay up cleaning until I know all evidential remains are scrubbed out of existence. I don't like change, but I've learned to cope. And I suppose coping with Windex is better than coping with a bottle of something else.