Just Your Voice

[I have no voice! Isn't it odd that in almost 35 years, I've never lost my voice? I remember that teachers and drum majors and everyone else whose duties required long periods of verbalization always got laryngitis. I never have had one of those jobs.]

[However, I spent last night and into the morn talking, talking, talking and then talking some more, first with Buddy-Boy (he's finally found a place to live, though it hasn't been unpleasant having him around; I always live in houses where lost children find temporary shelter), then with Allen, who I watched sober up after he'd torn it up all over town with Sean. All this talk, did it accomplish anything? Maybe. It seems things finally are moving, after a slough of several months' duration. London, to which I will be winging in a week, may prove decisive. We'll see...]

[But, meanwhile, I can't talk! This is so weird.]

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