I'm finally taking friends' advice and doing more resting than anything else. So I took a long nap, falling back into bed once the oven repairman left my apartment. (Yay, I can bake again! :) ) I think I've been reading too much SS/HG fan fiction. Of late, my dreams have been ... a little strange ... mainly consisting of Severus Snape, dressed as usual (black frock coat, black trousers, with the hint of the white linen shirt peeking above the high collar and the sleeves, billowing black teaching robes) pulling me by the hand, rushing through dungeon corridors. I don't know where we're going, just that he's pulling me through corridor after corridor.
It's very strange indeed!
I am still feeling coldy, congested, but at least it feels like the swelling in my throat has reduced. I still don't have a voice, but I am fervently hoping it comes back by Sunday at least. Otherwise, my plan of gently introducing a very simplified Anglican Chant to my choir would have to be postponed to a later date, when I do have a voice.
Soup, here I come. And, I think I will celebrate the return of my oven by baking some bread. I haven't done that for a while ...