We were out in the cul-de-sac tricycling today and it was so oddly quiet, as usual. Of the 10+ houses on the block, not a single one had evidence of a living soul--no cars, no movement, no open windows. Ten empty houses. Almost ways empty. At least 40 hours a week, I'm sure. It's odd to be the only visible people within view, the only proof of any other people in town heard in cars on main street or passing by infrequently on their way somewhere. It just doesn't seem right somehow. Too bad we can't work out some kind of O. Henry-timeshare with people who don't have houses.