the entire apartment seems to be a rattlefest. it's very windy and i live on a hill. this means extra wind. and my apartment building is very old (almost 115 years old) which means windows are loose.
wind + hill + old = rattlefest.
i'm reading steering by starlight by martha beck. beck is the secular pema chodron. i find myself wanting to write her a thank you letter or make her something as a thank you gift.