Uh, my voice went away again on Saturday. I think I pushed it too hard the day before. This stuff really kind of lingers.
Other then not talking at all that day, we really just sort of puttered around. Window shopped for a new coffee table, proving once again we are way too picky. Mostly, we just spent some time together.
Sunday tried and failed to do anything really productive. Which is ok, because I wasn't really feeling productive to begin with. Rested the voice.
I'm pretty much done with this winter. It's not a bad one, weather wise, but I'm done with the whole not being able to talk properly thing.
You go have a day.