Lost Voice
All day today my voice has been hoarse and faint. I worried a little.
Whole having a long soak with epsom salt I recalled indulging my desire to scream while driving home from a the local shop.
It started because of a policy at the shop to increase security against burglary that decreases health safety.
That first scream about all of it, COVID, the ghoulish mismanagement of the pandemic, Black Lives Matter, white terrorist militia, the mayoral race here, the presidential election, and feeling hopeless about the election changing anything...
The first scream of rage and grief felt so good I let out several more on the way home. Mostly incoherent screaming, a few rounds of screaming, "NO!", and swearing.
It felt good and didn't hurt at all. I came in, made tasty dinner, and watched TV with CK.
Today my voice is shot. At least it isn't a virus!
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