In a movie, the cone of silence was a defective technology that the spy used to communicate secrets. He thought that whatever he said while inside the cone was not hearable to others, but it did not work that way. I am entering a non-defective cone of silence. I don't know, and have not thought of a time-frame for standing inside the cone. I am not quitting this place. I am just wanting to be quiet on my blog. You will find me around. And I might come out of the cone tomorrow. Or in the next half hour. Or the next month, or week. I just might.
Statistically Significant Infertile Mum