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Thursday, February 7, 2019

Kettle whistling

Woke up today with an incredibly deep voice. Something is up in the ol’ throat area. Cold? Flu? Something else? I dunno. But seriously, if I sounded like this all the time I’d start a podcast immediately.

(I’m writing this the day later and it got even deeper. You can hear a sample here.)

So it’s tea instead of coffee for me, with local honey to help push me back to fighting form.

February 7th is notable because it was my dad’s birthday. If he were alive today he’d be 77.

I sure do miss him.

At the end of the day? He epitomized love.

If there were deficits or differences? He always brought love to the table.

It was his foundation to approach the world and the torch I remind myself to carry when visibility is low.