No, I’m not lost, it’s just my voice. Somewhere during the night of May 3, I coughed so hard, the next day I could only whisper. Of course everyone who talks to me says it had to do with partying on the April 30. Really? That’s the day I didn’t leave home because I hate crowds. I saw all the festivities on TV.
By not saying much I hoped it would get over, now a few days later it’s still the same. And the old remedies like gurgling with salt water, or drinking warm lemon juice with honey, doesn’t help either. So in the mean time I whisper when needed.
This morning I noticed something else, and now I’ve been lost for words again… I put the Thursday Recipe on a Tuesday. Well that’s life!