She got a chest cold and now she has laryngitis and can’t talk. I can joke about how quiet it is and how much work I’m getting done, but it’s a lonely time for Judy. She can listen, but she can’t visit. She can’t really participate. In the summer, we have cicadas here that sound like power saws. Some bugs I can’t hear; they’re out of my range of hearing. These, I can hear. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXulyrsJAGIV These are Giant Cicadas in the trees; about as long as my hand is wide.