hush

No voice today. I had to cede my classes to a coworker, who should be traipsing through them as I (can't) speak. I really hope that she's doing well with them...

I was planning to work all day anyway, on non-verbal stuff, but then I got frustrated with my inability to make a phone call and the achy throat so I'm napping and knitting now. Last night when I felt super-icky, Craig went out and rented The Music Man. He did it 'cause he knows I love it--the movie, particularly, with Robert Preston--and it perked me up for the rest of the evening. I suspect in his more diabolical moments he may have realized that my croaky voice meant I couldn't sing along with all the tunes and thus it was safe to watch it with me. Hmm. Probably a little o'both.