Voiceless
Dec 2, 2012

Understanding when the Universe is telling me to slooooooow dowwwwwwwwwwn

It had to happen eventually. I have been burning the midnight oil, burning the candle at both ends, running running running. And the germs finally caught up to me. At this point, it doesn't even matter who was the bearer of the cooties, or where I came in contact with them, but by the end of the night last Friday my voice was pretty much nonexistent, my cough was persistent and all signs told me to sit still and heal.

I never realize exactly how much I use my voice until I am unable to do so. No singing along with my music collection or recording my own songs, no talking on the phone, no podcasting or Skyping, and quarantine...out of fear that I'll give some unsuspecting soul whatever it is that I have. I suppose there are worse fates than being forced to sleep a lot, eat nutrient-rich foods and stop talking. But when you are used to working, moving and running your mouth for a living, the whole "Peace, be still" mantra can seem a bit unsettling. That, and the hellish reality of post-nasal drip.

So, when you hear me on the radio this week, I apologize in advance if there is some lingering raspiness. I will do my best to continue staying hydrated, taking my vitamins, so on and so forth. You can't keep a good woman down for long. And I'll try to do better next time at recognizing when I'm on the road to being waylaid by exhaustion and sickness. There is no time for all of that. No time or patience for rest and silence, when there is so much still to be done. But pace myself, I shall.

Here is last week's playlist: