|living in my throat|
But today I simply must go in to work. It's our quarterly board meeting and there is no way I can postpone it. Fortunately, a faint buzz began to whisper out of my throat on Saturday. By yesterday I could, if I kept my voice very low and very quiet, give one sentence replies to questions from The(deeply lonely)Prince. Life in a silent house is quite an adjustment for Mr.Loquacity. I'm a talker, but he's tops me by a mile. Still, I'd never realized how necessary a response is to a talker, for him to keep on chatting.
I won't be taking any phone calls and will keep conversations to a minimum. I'll also have to dig out someone to do story hour for me tomorrow - no way I'll be able to read for 20 minutes. I'm also going to have to postpone yet again, the start of my sock knitting class tomorrow night. Let us hope, with careful husbanding of my wee soft croaky voice I will heal at last and be back to my own loquacious self by this time next week.
of COURSE I blocked that dress - she's lying on the stack of towels on the dining room table as I type. Photo soon.