It’s the last Saturday of September, which means it’s the first day of deer season. I’ve been waiting for this day. Not because I’m a hunter. But, because the house is empty. After a week of living without a clothes washer or dryer, dog sitting for a neighbor, meeting with an attorney about a living trust, and finally receiving an original copy of a death certificate needed to sell my late father in law’s RV, I lost sight of the gift of quiet that was coming.…