it was the best type of sunday in that i had nothing on the agenda but relaxation. i had started a really good book (THE LOCK ARTIST by steve hamilton) and so i read and snacked and read and read and read.
deciding around 4pm that i needed some fresh air, i headed out to the grocery store. i had brought my cloth grocery bags, so the guy bagging my groceries turned to me when he reached an impasse: ground beef.
guy: you want the meat wrapped in plastic?
me: *giggles to self* please.
due to the aforementioned day of relaxation, i realized this was the first time i’d spoken all day. (it was sort of fitting considering the book i’d just finished contained a main character who doesn’t speak. he can, he just chooses not to.) i can, obviously, but that day, i chose not to. i was happy to know, though, that despite the lack of voice, i hadn’t lost my sense of humor.
guy: *hands me receipt* have a nice day.
me: you too.
and with that, i went back to my scheduled silence.