It's been raining all week, and it looks like there's more rain to come in the week ahead.
All that rain makes it cool. And all that rain cleans the air, and that's good for my lungs. Hot-and-dry ain't so hot for these babies. I become raspy, and it feels scratchy in my chest. But not now.
And I can sing again. My voice has made a return, and I've enjoyed singing, on many days this week - either singing in harmony to John Denver, or the Bee Gees, or taking my turn on some karaoke! Always, when I can sing - read: no hoarse whisper - I am a happy girl!
