Voiceless

I’m still on doctor’s orders for voice rest. Which means I shouldn’t be talking. Frustrating, but doable, right? Well, sort of. What I didn’t realize is that I don’t just talk to people. I talk to the dogs. I talk to the birds outside the windows. I apologize for bumping into inanimate objects. For the love of the Gods, I talk to myself when I write. Apparently, I just talk out loud at odd moments when I’m alone. I might never have realized how much I do it if I hadn’t had this medically imposed