Mom began the week observing a vow of silence. It didn't last long, because things came up for her to deal with voice-to-voice. She virtually stopped talking to me as well, which I absolutely hated. Although I was stoic about it. I knew she couldn't not talk to me for very long. Truth is, I'm the only one she really wants to talk to anyway.
Things returned to normal mid-week. She chatters away to me all the time again, so I'm blissed out. I love mom's voice. I love the conversations we have regularly, even though I don't speak American Human. We understand each other completely. Interspecies communication ~ that's our thing.