Oh Maria, so sorry.

Oh Maria. How unfair and awful. (Also I feel like telemarketers are worse the past year or two, just flat out ignoring the do not call list but not leaving any way to get them back by reporting them!)

I have so much work to do. And so little desire to do it. But some is already overdue. Ugh.

Maria, that's the primary reason I dumped the land line, I couldn't take the robo-calls asking for Hubby. You can only yell, "He's dead, you fucker!" to an uncaring computer so many times.

The guest on Fresh Air had that vocal growl thing. That is not the right name. But it is really grating on my ears today.

{{{{{{{Oh Maria}}}}}}

The meeting went okay. It was really short. Basically our DM was just getting the facts of the situation. I suspect that it will escalate to an arbitration.

I've taken a mental health half day, put in a couple of hours at work, felt overwhelmingly achy and tired and futless. I was utterly out of futs. So I came home, spent an hour at the supermarket browsing, then drinking a diet Coke in the seating area and reading fics and generally playing hookie. I can only use PTO in 4-hour increments, so I need to cover two hours, but when you run out of futs, drastic action is needed.

Another temporary crown, back in to weeks for (fingers-crossed) the permanent one. Dentist wants to give symnptoms that will require a root canal a chance to show up before the permanent crown is put in, basically. So we'll see how that goes. And then two weeks after that an actual non-emergency dental checkup wherein we will no doubt have to come up with a plan to deal with whatever other problems are lurking amongst my neglected teeth. Yay?

Anyway, at this point not sore but the right side of my face is numb and my mental image of my face is therefore all stroke-victim-ish, I'm drinking my lunch through straws, and people seem to want to talk to me on the phone instead of sticking to email like decent human beings.

Connie, I keep it because I get free calls to Europe. I suppose I could change the number, but I don't use it for anything so why bother?

vocal growl thing. That is not the right name. But it is really grating on my ears today.

Vocal fry. It's grating all of the time.

I'm sorry it's escalating, Sue.

Wishing you decent human beings and no more tooth drama, -t.

Thanks all. It seems silly to be bothered by it, but bothered by it I am.

I don't think I hear vocal fry. Every time I hear an example I cannot figure out what they are describing.

Does not seem silly to me, Maria, that's a gut punch no matter how much you rationally know why it happened.

To my ear, vocal fry sounds like when your throat kind of closes up at the end of a sentence when you're starting to run out of breath.