Don’t make a sound.
No doubt. I wish that I, too, can easily find contentment and relief by popping a lifetime’s supply of bubble wraps, or by planning world domination down in my secret basement.
But then, like specks of dust we ache and rust. Oh, yes; that is what we do, and what we do best, when we are stuck in a rut.
Some days I long for someone to shake myself clean off this mess. For I am the Queen of Whinge, and may I be allowed to do as I please. Yay!