Day 349-Carol Brady-style

I woke up without a voice. No talky. Laryngitis. 

This happens to me 1-2 times a year. Usually coincides with the freakin' Big Leaf Maple pollen and alder pollen appearances.

Blurg.

I came to the conclusion last year that whispering is worse than yelling, so this time, I am carrying around a pad of paper like Louis, The Trumpeter Swan from E.B. White's beloved novel, and I am writing it all down for anyone who can read. 

Let's just hope I don't start humming "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" in my sleep, and it'll all be alright.

Off to gargle with salt and slurp garlic and ginger tea, 
Dani