I’m about to go take a bubble bath.

And then do nothing. Absolutely nothing. No thinking about house décor, packing and closing and move in crap. And basically all those other things I think I need to take action on. Forget it.

I’ll leave that for tomorrow. Tonight. It’s just me, the silence, B, and the cats. And San Pellegrino.

Bubble baths are like sleep to me — they make everything better. Especially with sparkling water. In a fancy glass.

There’s something to be said for this nothingness … taking time to slow down and give in … to me. To hear what the silence has to say, because, yes — it speaks, too.

In its own language. Just like The Universe. Join me in the nothing?