I remember those quiet afternoons. Quiet outside, low traffic, gentle breeze. I could just watch how the wind played with the drying clothes, or piano cover, or those little bookmark tails that stick out from the books.

Play some music. Read a good book. Have nothing more to worry about than falling asleep and letting the afternoon slip away.

Even then, it'd not be half bad.

Ah those were the days. Everyone needs a quiet afternoon.