Imagine you went to three or four football games in a row and screamed your head off at all of them. Then you would know what my throat feels like...maybe.
Evil nasty cough monster.
Cough is actually a little better, but throat still is very unhappy. And for someone who likes to pontificate and discuss, this is very, very sad.
Hubby doesn't hear worth a darn, and I can barely whisper, or croak a little.
Worst of all, it's damn hard to sing along with the music when you can't really make much sound. LOL.
Have started my nano project though, even though I'm a bit slow, being sicky. It'll be called the Sixth Visitor. As I get chapters done, I'll post them here under flock.
But I can tell I must away to the upstairs computer. I keep playing endless games of Bejeweled Blitz on FB, and that is definitely not getting words on paper...