April 15th, 2002

fedora

Sounds of Silence

I lost my voice. I think I left it in the airport yesterday morning before the plane took off. No one turned it in to lost and found, so I couldn't pick it up when we got back last night. At least I've got my contact information label sewed into the lining, so that whoever picked it up can send it back to me. This silence thing just isn't working out.

Well, at least the first sentence is true.

I don't yet know my schedule for the final week of flying. The schedule is made, and I only need to call and ask them to tell me, but I can't do that, because I can't talk. Frustrating indeed.

My glasses need desparately to be cleaned. Poor things, I don't take very good care of them, what with wearing my contact lenses most of the time. Of course, sometimes you can take sympathy for inanimate objects a little too far.

Sometimes.