It's Quiet Here.

Surrounded by high wooden shelves, the caramel-glow of soft yellow lights, it's almost too private here. I am used to an open bustling space where you can see everything and everyone; where the music from your small crappy speakers can carry across to the other end of the room.

The wall to my left is all too convenient for leaning against in an after-lunch time-out. Compared to my former office, I feel so cozily hidden as to be almost inconsequential. But I'll get used to it. Perhaps even love it. And if I want to do some socialising, I guess I can do so on the way to the pantry, which is quite a walk away.

But another reason it is so quiet is my ear infection.

Yeah, my right ear is Out Of Order right now. Half my world is mute until this dastardly swelling (which thankfully does not hurt unless I press on it) goes down.

Quiet is peaceful. Quiet is good. But too much of it can drive you mad.

Ah, what the hell; I was half-mad all the time.