Last week I had a mild cold that departed within a few days -- but when it left, it took most of my voice with it! I then operated on reduced voice, including last Friday (when I had to give a presentation), last Saturday (when I attended my husband's high school reunion and made a lot of small talk in a noisy room), and last Sunday (when I had the joy of spending the evening with my critique group -- photo below -- and who could resist talking to these folks?).
Having obviously not heeded the "rest your voice" advice over the weekend, by this week it was still gravelly and strained.
Hot tea has helped. Honey has helped. Hot lemonade has helped. Chocolate has helped. (Hey, it's good for your heart -- why not your voice, too?) But still, I have partial voice at best.
And with a speaking engagement on tap for this Saturday, it's now time to do what must be done: a day of total silence. That's right. Nothing above a whisper.
I'll report back later and let you know if I made it. In the meantime, here's my critique group (less our member in Iowa, whom we missed terribly), photographed last Sunday celebrating Amy's forthcoming novel and Ruth's recent second book: