Today I realized an additional complaint, namely that no one with TB would have a lovely clear soprano voice. While this isn't TB, my voice is a pack a day jazz singer's growl. I'm smothered in Vick's (fully mentholated), downing codeine, sticking my feet in a mustard bath, and reading bad novels.
So, DYP! is on sick leave this week.
Next week, DYP! will be making pies.
Then we'll be back.