I probably shouldn’t have gone to work today. I’ve got a bit of a cold, but unlike most colds instead of making me pitiful and gross it has made me gregarious and optimistic. There seemed to be no reason whatsoever not to go to the office, with all this cheer washing around my head.
Late in the afternoon, my colleague Liz remarked that I had been laughing a whole lot all day. Part of that was the Key & Peele video I watched at lunchtime. But most of it was that this is the most upbeat cold I’ve ever had. What could go wrong? I’m extra super absent minded and marvelously cheery and I just feel like a big giddy confident stalk of dumbitude.
Also – god damn! – I’m losing my voice. I talked and talked from dawn to dusk, which I have to do in the course of my job, and had a particularly high-pressure day shoving projects through their shiny dedicated project knotholes, but at the end of the day I felt OK. I put on a dress, I had a glass of prosecco and a relatively silent evening. And the first time I spoke, after a couple of hours of silence, I realized what would be coming next. In the voice of a rusty, distant trombone, I said to Terry, “I’m losing my voice, “ and he said, “You really are.”
So there it is. When I wake up in the morning, I’m going to be mute. In fact, mute as stones.
Can still type though.