Alone in a quiet room

I sit alone in a quiet room. Here I sit on my overstuffed green couch under my fuzzy green blanket. Sitting here I hear the wind blowing the sleet against the tin roof. It’s a new sound for me. I just moved into this flat the second week in December. I find enjoyment listening to the sleet while under my green blanket. Listening to the sleet was well on its way to easing whatever was on my mind. Then the Rinnai heater kicked on and ruined my listening to the weather with an intrusion of mechanical noise. A faint rumble as it comes up to temperature. Now up to temperature the fan kicks on adding a whirring noise to the mix. Though a fairly quiet source of heat it aggravates me. I’ve spent far too many hours in noisy garages. The countless hours I spent with an air impact gun in my hand hammering away on whatever euro-trash car needed a clutch or strut on any given day. Now even faint mechanical noises grate on me.