In my last post, I optimistically stated that my cold was on the upswing earlier than usual. I was terribly wrong.
I agreed to sing with our worship leader this week at church but backed out last minute after waking up without a voice. Now I’d like to just clarify that for my readers. I didn’t wake up raspy or groggy, or with a sexy voice. I had very literally no voice. I could hardly whisper even, but when I tried to use my actual voice, it sounded the same as the whisper, just with additional choking and gagging. So I m spending my morning at home.
Brady took Dekker to church so the house is quiet. I already had a hot soak and watched a chick flick. I’m drinking honey water and I ate some crackers to give my throat a scratch. I really don’t see my day containing a whole lot more than that! However, I do have a strong desire to bake cookies. That type of urge comes around very rarely so I’m debating whether I should go for it or not. I have a whole bunch of yummy new desserty recipes from my mom that I’m eager to try.
Whether I bake for fun or not, today will be my day of rest. I’m looking forward to it.