I lost my voice yesterday, which is a curse for me but a blessing for others. I spent the evening trying to talk to my wife, but could only manage to type out my responses on my phone and show them to her. It’s harder to pretend you’re listening and not just waiting for your turn to speak when you have to start typing your response in the middle of someone’s sentence.
I’m sick. I went to bed last night with a sore throat and feeling hazy, and I woke up this morning with a fever and my throat feeling like I was trying to swallow a bowling ball. I called in to both jobs so I don’t infect anyone else (you’re welcome) and hopefully get some rest.
I pick at my fingernails. Some people bite their nails, and I’ve never understood how they do that. Do they bite clear through the nail, or are they biting and tearing it like a dog with a piece of meat? I’ve tried and failed to bite my nails, plus as a germaphobe I’m too aware of the pestilence under fingernails to start biting at them. Licking fake cheese off of your fingers after finishing a bag of chips is one thing, but chewing underneath the nail where the demons of disease lie in wait is something I cannot abide. I admit the difference could just be in my head.