..thanks to the non-chill of the climate which has landed me and the spawn of the womb with throats that are raw red and inflammed, and feeling sandpapered down to individual cellular level. The spawn is also all hot and feverish which means, given his propensity to febrile seizures, that he doesnt stay out of my sight for a single second, which is making calls of nature difficult to attend to if the other responsible adult, aka the spouse, is not in the vicinity.
Will be back in a few days. With a voice hopefully. Right now, I’m so hoarse, I see the spouse wince when I attempt to communicate. Maybe my voice is now sandpaper to his ears.