It had to happen.
Of course it did.
The wonder is that it hadn't occurred sooner.
So we've established that it's no surprise whatsoever and yet it's annoying.
No sooner has Love Chunks arrived home from being overseas for work and has this week off than I get a throat infection and lose my voice.
I'm miserable and silent but he'll have a restful week of unplanned-for peace and quiet.
Seeing as my week involves several telephone interviews, two meetings, two job interviews and a sociable brunch, I'm going to get this laminated:
I've lost my voice and my throat hurts, so please accept my smiling and nodding as a fair replacement for witty and insightful conversation.
On second thought, maybe I should carry the card around with me permanently. It'd sure take the pressure off.