This is how life works, isn't it? I've been down all week with a cold/throat infection (the probable outcome of the stress I let my body go through, with all this travelling), but went to work today (ie Friday) feeling okayish and wanting to talk to the students whose 4-week projects I'm currently supervising. The projects are due in two weeks, so it makes a difference whether I'm out of contact for a longer time or not. And I like talking to students, especially when my talking can make them think more - or feel better about what they're doing. So I talked to them. And, starved for compagny after spending most of the previous days in the compagny of books and tv, I talked to my colleagues. And by the end of the day I had lost my voice. A friend stopped by tonight to say hi and borrow some stuff. We sat in the sofa, and whispered to each other, all other sounds turned off. A pleasant change, actually, but not something I'd wanna do every friday night...

It's funny - all week I have enjoyed being silent here. But now that I can't really use my voice, I really feel like writing, as a form of compensation, obviously.

So whispering, in comfortably non-strained words: goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. And cross your fingers that my voice miraculously recovers for this event.
# posted by Lisbeth at: 01:09