Laryngitis 0
I went into church to do treasurer stuff after coming back from the cooling tower place today (the pay period ended Tuesday). The pastor dropped by (the parsonage is right next to the church and my little yellow truck kind of stands out–like a tuxedo at the beach).
Pastor: How are you doing?
Me: Better. But this thing doesn’t want to go away.
Pastor: I can tell.
Me: You should have heard me teaching a class with no voice a week ago Wednesday.
Pastor: That’s rough. I’ve had to give sermons like that.
Me: Don’t worry. I wasn’t listening.
Pastor (who, by the way, is also a Linux geek): (. . . . . .)
Oh, well. You had to be there.
