My recent silence, good readers, has been a result of my recent struggle with a bad cold. The symptoms wax and wane in a most confusing manner, as does, seemingly, the effectiveness of Tylenol Cold, and this morning I awoke husky and low-voiced.
It is not, as yet, a truly disturbing transformation. I am, at worst, an alto. (No offense to altos!) However, the shape of Wanda floats in the offing, inspiring me with dread, like unto Marley’s Ghost in the Muppet Christmas Carol…
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