Feeling a lot better today. The occasional cough to clear out the breathing apparatus is the one remaining symptom, along with a voice that sounds remarkably like Alvin (remember Alvin and the Chipmunks?). It's great for the sympathy factor. Oh, poor me! I have laryngitis.

Interesting how much I use the tonality of my voice during the day to communicate the meta-message: approval, final decision, understanding. The words just don't communicate it all: I need the vocal modulation.

Well, it will come back. And if it doesn't, I'll take it as a sign from Above that it's time to retire. Hah.

I'm wearing jeans and a denim jacket (with embroidered Christmas ornaments) today, in defiance of the dress code which specifies no jeans. It's a bit like Br'er Rabbit and the briar patch--please, Mr. Director, please don't send me home. PLEASE don't send me home. ... Can I leave now? And you know it's going to take me several hours to select a new wardrobe, disrobe and dress again. See you Monday!

Ah, ain't the fantasy life wunnerful?