You go to bed at night, feeling like you are loosing your voice. You wake up the next day and it feels fine, but oh that evening we are back to square one again, and the voice is going. What can you do, but drink warm tea and honey.
I never thought I would be doing all the storytelling this trip. Fool that I am, I never imagined I would find myself on my own telling all the stories. Lesson learned next time I will be prepared, no matter how little I think I will have to do.
I have to wonder though what will next time look like. With no more Mike to sort all. What will it be like. Time will tell. For now I just have to sort all the wee things. Try not to get caught out like this again, with a dodgy voice and two days of shows left to go. Monday night I can loose my voice but then and only then. With Oksana gone home to seminary there is no back up storyteller. But God knows, and it will all work out for good.
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