you're in for a rare treat.

I find the funnest part of being sick is the day right after, when you're starting to walk around again. You still feel pretty tender, speaking sounds like you're hitting two octaves at once, and your chest aches like you ran 10k without breathing but..oh the SINGING.

There's nothing sweller and more cheering than strolling about the house still in your pyjama bottoms, your recovering voice resonating like a hinge without oil, singing an old classic -- to get the full effect, preferably one that has plenty of minor keys and high notes needing hitting. Like um, "Shepherd of Love".
That's a prime one.

It's always neat to see what your toady little voice will come up with or break into or out of. And the looks on your co-workers faces are a treat too, if I say so myself. Bordering from amusement to awe to downright wonderment. I know they're all thinking, "Sheesh, woman, why have you been hiding this light under a bushel for so long?"

Wonder no more. I'm just about ready to scamper off to treat the unsupecting home with a heartfelt rendition of "Come What May"...