It's a fact. I've lost my voice.
It started slipping away from me yesterday and by last night when we took Q's friend out for burgers, I was reduced to wild gesturing. Oddly, after watching The Mod Squad yesterday, I watched an old episode of the original Hawaii 5-0 which featured a mute girl who was also reduced to wild gesturing (also violent head shaking and fist pounding), thus making it difficult for friends and family to understand that she'd witnessed A MURDER, in much the same way I had a hard time making Ken Cannon and the waiter understand that I wanted FISH AND CHIPS and NOT my usual Big H with a raw onion.
Let me tell you, I suddenly had a lot more sympathy for random mute girls on Hawaii 5-0 after last night.
Meanwhile, here are a few of the things I've learned since going mute.
1. I talk a lot. A lot more than I thought I did. I always accuse Ken Cannon of living out loud, but apparently I do, too.
2. I would make a crappy monk--for a lot of reasons, of course, but the vow of silence thing would be a trial for me.
3. Ken Cannon can carry on a conversation without my help at Hires. I suspected that, of course, but last night confirmed it. He and David got along like a house on fire, discussing Chilean slang and Finnish declensions.
I am sure there will be many more stunning Life Lessons during the internment of my vocal chords. I'll keep you posted.