Mute

It's the worst week of the year to be sick anyway, so of course, Michael and I thought we'd give it a go. Holy Week is the culmination of a lot of projects we've been working on, and plus, there are big events everywhere, all the time.

We got sick Palm Sunday night. I lost my voice on Tuesday. It's showing no signs of coming back. I can't speak at all. Tomorrow is Via Crucis in the morning, and in the evening, I'm taking ten teens to a baseball game (I know-- what timing).

This. Is. Going. To be. Interesting.

Give my love to the wife and kids!