Good news! I don’t have vocal chord hemmoraging — just a bacterial throat infection, which can be fixed up with a Z-pack and other fun medication. If I don’t sing a note until Monday, chances are I’ll have my voice back. This is much appreciated news, because this morning I sounded like Elaine Stritch. The only role I could have landed in this morning’s condition was Vera, from Maime.

But… not singing a note? Good gravy. That’s close to impossible! Whenever I find myself surrounded by heavy background noise, I automatically start singing selections from “Men at Arms” and “Bat Boy” under my breath. In my car, singing is second-nature. How does one survive without singing? In my voice lesson today, Mrs. Glaros and I went through selections of Dido and Aeneas, trying to pick out potential audition material, and I was just itching to sing along with the piano. ::sigh:: Fast forward my life to Monday, please. I want my voice back.