Hello Folks!

This cold has definitely moved onto its second stage, jettisoning its first stage like a Titan rocket.  In various wastebaskets I can see the effects from Drippy-Sneezy Red Nose and am tired from a sleepless night.

I’m not quite sure what the second stage will bring me, but can at least tell that the cold has forward movement.

For one, my voice has sunk to the basement. Low, gravelly and …sexy?  I remember my Spanish teacher in college telling me over the phone that I should always be sick because my voice sounded so sexy.  Ummmm… Thank you?!!  HWIT!!!!

Speaking of sex, I just read a small article about Sweden’s pioneering efforts to use “hens” as a gender-neutral pronoun instead of boys and girls.   The idea is that in order to produce an equal society, certain terms which are considered norms must be replaced.

I can see the value in this, but can’t get the idea out of my head of hens wearing little gingham aprons clucking and pecking around the farmyard.  I am blaming Foghorn Leghorn. ” I say, I say, now, ladies.  It behooves me to mention that y’all are just beautiful today.”

Speaking of Foghorn Leghorn, I found a new source of my favorite entertainment: radio programs!  It’s called Icebox Radio Theater because—wait for it——it’s from International Falls, MN, the “Icebox of the Nation.”  They write their own shows and have  professional actors who voice the characters. Check it out on Google.  I especially like the Scoop Sisters, a grandmother, mother and daughter trio who solve mysteries by hook or crook. The generational banter is a hoot.

Time to read.

Hugs with face averted,

Janet