Not exactly quiet but works for me because of the layout of my house.

I go to the laundry room which is on the other side of the house from the bedrooms, turn the kitchen light on, laundry room like off (so it’s light enough to see but pretty dim), sit on the washer and play sad songs on my guitar.

It’s therapuetic and after about 20 minutes I’m just exhausted.

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