"She couldn't laugh, so she coughed instead."

Let's put it this way: Lyndi in combo with a naaasty cough and a worship practice where she consented to sing equals a Lyndi who sorely (in a literal sense) doesn't want to use her voice. I'm now sitting here drinking hot water with lemon and honey and whispering instead of talking or even resorting to some strange version of charades to get my point across. Probably should just give up verbal communication altogether in hopes of sounding halfway decent come Sunday, but... think that might drive my family nuts. So this is going to have to work, I suppose!

How was your Christmas? Mine was... pretty good! I had a nice time with my family on Christmas day, and got some stuff I wanted, plus some stuff I hadn't even thought I needed, but realized I did anyway- a replacement alarm clock, for instance, and... a tool kit, of all things.

Uneventful post as this is, I think 'tis about it for now. Talk at you later!