Croak, croak, croak

So of course, with much to be done, a heavy schedule at work and The Trip getting excitingly close, I came down with my sort of annual nasty cold and loss of voice. Off to the doc $$, followed by prescriptions $ and OTC stuff $$ and praying that my voice will respond before I leave. Traveling mute would be horrid, I think.

And I have phone calls I need to make, including finding out why my prepaid card was denied for ordering a temporary phone on the phone co.'s website, but the card is showing the charge placed. I doubt I could make myself understood. Ahh, lovely. Just gets better and better.