I woke up yesterday morning with a mildly sore throat. I hadn’t slept well for two weeks, worked more than usual this week and have been trying to complete the bedroom reno with M in every available moment, so I wasn’t really surprised. It didn’t bother me much yesterday though, so I didn’t even really think about it. We drove north for the afternoon, then were up late working on our new closet and dresser. It was almost midnight when I crawled into bed, and M crept in a little later after a much needed break. Well, that sore throat has bloomed into a beautiful man-voice that got progressively worse…