Shucks

My post-flu voice is nothing like my post-hay fever voice.

It is not raspy. It is not sexy. It sounds like I have a limb stuck in a vice and I am trying to sing while I wriggle myself out. Not cool.

Being told I sound terrible is one thing, but actually not being physically able to sing during my commute is slowly killing me.

I must remind myself of the blessings that accompany peace, quiet and silence...