Sometimes noise bothers me more than other times, and I don’t know why. Today I have been living in a low decibel environment, and I would think that would help. The noise volume was much less today, and there wasn’t a radio blaring away with political commentary, like I was subjected to last week, but even in the low noise level I felt irksome. Previously I wrote Pain, noise and depression are non-adaptable, and Some people thrive in noisy environments. I fail, which discuss my sensitivity to noise.

Part of my response to the stress of the noise was to do some physical house-maintenance. There was a door that wasn’t closing properly because the tongue wasn’t aligning properly with the recess hole. It took an hour to chisel and rework the wood, and reset the brass plate, but when I was done it worked perfectly.

There is satisfaction in making simple things work properly.