Sunday and, in an attempt to rescue my voice, I’ve taken not one but two vows of silence this weekend. Should I be able to go until 3PM today without talking, I’ll have spent thirty-two of the weekend’s forty-eight hours silent. You need to understand that, over the past fourteen days, I worked my voice raw — I don’t think my voice cracked that much even during puberty. It was a horrid experience that I forced myself through and I’m thrilled at the opportunity not to talk for a few days. I do seem to be getting better, finally, which is an understated relief.