My days are pretty much filled with peace and quiet where we live.  I say good morning to the family, make lunches, drop kids at the bus, kiss the hubby and go about my day.

My almost entirely silent day.

And by silent, I mean silent.

I sometimes talk to the rooster. Or maybe have a skype meeting with a client. If I grocery shop, I might say “thank you” or “hello”

Maybe even, “pass me the milk”

But, the constant stream of words that I used to spill in a day has dried up.

(Which is cool by the way. I love being silent)

But my poor voice has lost it’s stamina.

An evening out with some amazing ladies last night has resulted in a croaky voice this morning. And, as I make my way to whistler to spend the weekend with over 250 even more amazing women at every WOMAN, I just know what is to come.

So, if you see me this weekend, and I am less chatty than normal, just know that I am pacing myself.

And also know, that even though I may not be speaking out loud, there is still a lot of yammering in my head!

And perhaps I should talk to the farm animals a little more. Have a quack with the ducks in the morning, or read aloud to the dogs?

Or maybe that will create an even worse situation! I think I prefer silent, but sane!