I can hear the clock on the wall humming, not ticking.  It should probably be ticking. Its a slight whine; its high pitched.  The hum from the lights duets with it.  Hum.  And then the light comes in; hum.  It is very different from Hall and Oates, or other famous duos.  There is nothing musical happening.  Actually, that is not true, it is musical.  I think its safe to say two notes being played at the same time is music, after all. 

I love this kitchen, with the table we stained.  A rough job.  We should have stained with something water based, and then gone back with a coat of polymer, but its our job after all.  The counters are white, roomy.  Just a general air of space in here that I don't have in other rooms.  You can see the trees out the front window.  I will often just sit here with my tea and listen to the birds.  We put up a black martin bird house a few months ago but there just isn't really enough space for them.  After several weeks of chasing out sparrows we gave him; its their home now.  I could hear birds chirping last night around 3:00 a.m.  Just out and about.  I couldn't sleep.  I over did it a little the night before which is great for following asleep but also great for restlessness.  I woke all night. 
I suppose summer is coming and that always means more heat but it also brings a somewhat juvenile mindset.  Think back to school.