I’m wearing shorts. Ugh.
The past nine days have found me lying on the couch and glottal frying for anyone who was willing to listen. Coughing. So much coughing. No voice. Achey. More coughing.
My hot tea with raw honey and my leftovers cowl kept me company through the entire ride.
This morning was the first day I felt decent enough to hit the streets, so I met a friend for our monthly coffee, came home and worked on freelance, and suddenly everything was good (except for the fact that I donned shorts).
What else? One week ago we bought a cookie cake to celebrate the birthday of Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco.
Over the weekend we did that thing where you put a square on your floor and then you laugh and laugh because your cat will sit in the square. It didn’t work.
(I would say that our cats like to think outside the box, but I’m trying really hard to not be like that.)
Finally, April 25th is the 15th anniversary of the death of Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes from TLC. A few days ago, when my voice was four octaves lower than normal because of my cold (that seemed like so much more than a cold, really), I sang a little bit of Waterfalls. Continue to rest in peace, Left Eye.
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I know! It’s TOO hot for this early in the year. I haven’t had a chance to wear my spring sweaters yet.
L0000wwww voice, lady! Glad you are on the mend.
Make the most of that voice – sing jazz!
Cats don’t meet expectations. It’s in fine print.
I heard today that the Panic concert was awesome.
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