Last night I was reading
flawedamythyst's 2010 SPN Big Bang story
I'd Gladly Lose Me To Find You, in which Sam takes a vow of silence to win Dean back from Hell. About halfway through the story I got up to use the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "My hair is getting longer than I like. Perhaps I should call my hairdresser to bring forward my appointment. But wait, I can't do that, because I won't be able to speak to her." Something didn't sound quite right about that and it took me a moment to figure out what it was. Oh yes, that would be because it wasn't me who couldn't speak, it was Sam!
(Very good story, by the way, though I wanted more payoff at the end. Not the sexual kind of payoff, since it contained enough of that, but just the what-happens-next kind.)
Random thought for the day: I don't think your average person realises what a good job the government does of keeping the roads clear. I am so, so tired of cleaning up fallen trees and branches and paying people to put my fences back up. I just had a guy here yesterday fixing fences, and now there's another big branch down on the boundary fence on the knoll. (A finable offence since it's blocking a firebreak.) Trees drop branches and fall over all the time, but you hardly ever come across a blocked road while driving. Whatever the clean-up system is, it really seems to work.