It is strangely quiet around here today. Despite the Thanksgiving holiday, school and work being out and the boat load of housework left to do. Strangly, almost mysifyingly quiet. You see, I’ve lost my voice. I can’t talk. Anything above a whisper hurts and even that is uncomfortable. So here I am huddled on the couch, under my favorite blanket and the only sound is that of my kids playing on the Wii with the sound turned down. If I didn’t feel like a truck hit me, it would be nice. Maybe I should try this no talking thing more often. For now, I’m thinking the kids feel a little sorry for me, ’cause they haven’t once done something to make me want to yell at them. Or maybe the quiet is rubbing off on them too. Ah now wouldn’t that be nice. If we all lost our voices. Hmmmm . . .
Nov
27
