This task of ordering my thoughts and writing them down is doing me good. It brings me ever closer to a conclusion. (James Robertson: The Testament of Gideon Mack)
Thursday, 30 January 2020
Voiceless
This is strange. I don't cough, have a sore throat, high temperature or show any other symptom of something being wrong - yet for some five days now I have only been able to speak at the lowest pitch and very quietly. Quietly to the point of being inaudible in the factory din, so to communicate I have to try and raise both pitch and volume; and little as I can manage that anyway, it makes my voice rasp so much that it resembles more a loud whisper than normal speech.
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