If I’ve been a little quiet lately, it’s because I have lost my voice. If you happen to find it, please return post haste… har dee har har, right? Not so funny though. Becoming mute has eliminated my ability to conduct interviews. I can produce hardly a rasp. My vox is gone daddy gone. This loud mouthed broad’s silent to the core… until late this afternoon when I acquainted myself with senega and ammonia, a horrid home remedy. Going down, it has a somewhat tolerable bitter licorice flavor, but that ammonia finish is just putrid. Probably something like that rotting shark Icelandic folks like to snack on. I’m facing another dose, cringing over the expected flavors, but the stuff works. My voice is returning! And tons of gunk is moving around. I’m making the most unsociable noises, too, but the short version is that soonest I will have some fun stuff to report! So bottoms up!