Volume

After Beloved Husband and Offspring the Second and Third left the house at 4:45 this morning -- to go watch the demolition of an interesting structure in town -- Herself thought she might be able to go back to sleep for a while.  Until 7 AM would be wonderful. She fervently wishes for a few hours of uninterrupted rest.

Promptly at 6:30, though, the tiny dog began trampling, and ottoman-shaped dog, whose insulin is being adjusted, began stretching and yawning and performing his other pre-breakfast activities.  Alas.  They are up for the day.  Nevertheless, there is one thing to be gained:  because all the other humans are out of the house, Herself can listen to the music of her choice, at the volume of her choice.  The dogs do not mind.

And so, we listen to Praan. Rather loudly.  Because we can.