My Lowell show was supposed to come down yesterday, but with tree limbs down and roads flooded, a 40-minute commute did not seem smart. So we hunkered down at home. Power stopped at 11AM. Without coffee, I slept through much of the afternoon. Puttered in my studio. As the light dimmed, we gathered at the kitchen table, with all the candles we could find, and NPR on the battery-operated radio. I was struck by how quiet the world became, and how unused we are to not having chatter or music, and a general hum of equipment in the background.