It's bizarre when the only thing you can hear in your house is the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Or the pipes clattering in the walls. Or the trees and wildlife scrape against the basement window. I suppose it's what living in a cave is meant to feel like; maybe a little less dank and a little more civil. I started reading The Graveyard Book, and apart from being an expected masterpiece of solemn wit, it's inspired me to start writing. We'll see if something comes of it.