A horse of a different color…

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…and a different spelling.

I’ve lost my voice.  No smartass, it’s not obvious from the quality of my posts here lately.  I mean I can’t talk.  Well, I can sorta squawk and croak.  Bridget Werner from the dart team calls it “a creepy old man voice” in a “hey kids, wanna come to the basement for a Popsicle” kinda way.

It’s mostly just a pain in the ass (and throat) and mildly distressing.  I mean, it’s been over 3 weeks now.  I checked the internets and apparently it is not that unusual for laryngitis to take several weeks to heal.  So, I guess I’ve just got to tough it out and ride this hoarse till it drops…

2 thoughts on “A horse of a different color…

  1. I love it when my voice gets all raspy. Enjoy your Godfather (Perv-father?) status while you can.

    BTW, I’m enjoying these pics from your youth. As the proverb goes: the child is the father of the man.

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