Now my voice is all trashed. I was awakened by a knock on the door, it was the FedEx guy delivering a package that was not for me, this address but some person/company name. I took it in then thought for a bit and the FedEx guy hadn't driven off yet, so I went back out yelling "HEY! HEY! This isn't me, can I return it?" and he took it back. My voice sounded like shit so I'm sure the guy could tell I was having a hard time. The business seems to be down in Morgan Hill, and how they decided to use this address I have no idea. I'll just have to keep bouncing packages back.
My throat's still sore and now it's affected my voice. And apparently the next class session which my syllabus said is at a place fairly nearby, has been changed to the place that's the farthest away. At least it won't be raining. And all I have to do is take it easy on the ride there/back. At least the class is with the rabbi who's (self admitted) has ADHD and whose accent drives me up the wall so I won't be talking much through my mask.
I felt so good yesterday evening that I almost did a practice session, thinking I'll play lower register stuff and take it easy, but in the end I didn't and I'm glad. It's a long time since I've had a good and proper cold, and I remember now that it starts in the head and then settles into the chest, so I *am* in the process of getting over it.
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