Deafening silence

The silence is earth-shatteringly deafening and consistent, but I suppose I'll get used to it. Outside it is still raining, conveniently mirroring the indoor gloom. Happy days, but all my fault so I cannot apportion blame elsewhere.

My digestive system appears to have called it a day, which does little to boost my spirits, the lowest of the low at present. Short of God giving me a call I cannot think of a worse scenario than my body parts  choosing to wave goodbye individually rather than in unison. Will the last one leaving please switch off the lights ?