Quiet Time

All day every day at work I'm talking. On the phone or to my coworkers. I come home and talk to my husband until he falls asleep.

I can't seem to quit talking. My mother calls it "diarrhea of the mouth".

But by the time the weekend rolls around I just want to be silent. On Saturday, when I'm the only one at home, I don't talk to anyone. Except maybe an occasional word to the cats.

I luxuriate in the silence.

Sundays, if Tom has to work I get another day, unless I go to the grocery store. And even then I can maintain silence, especially if I go through the self-check out.

Try it sometime, you will be refreshed for the coming week.