Yesterday morning I woke up with a sore throat. Well, woke up is a generous word for it.
I actually hit snooze at least four times before finally turning off the radio and sleeping another two hours. Luckily, I was planning to work an half day from home and was in no hurry to get started.
When I finally got out of bed, I knew something was off, but decided to have a little fun with it. When I opened my mouth to talk myself into getting moving, I sounded a little like B.B. King. I had a gravelly, deep, Delta blues sound, and I put it to good use.
I began to sing as I puttered around the house, working up to taking a shower, which helped loosen up my lungs a bit and got rid of some of the nasty stuff making me sound so fabulous.
While I don't enjoy being sick, I do embrace any chance I get to develop a new vocal range. Glad this one is not permanent, though.
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