Blargh on the weather, it deserves it!
And blargh on my nose, too. Achoo, snort honk.
I took a generic allergy pill, but I don’t know if it’s allergy or a cold. Either one could wipe out my voice, if things go badly. Last time we did a Christmas service, I sounded like George Thoroughgood, so I drank a thermos of hot broth and brandy, made it through, and completely blew out my voice ... it wasn’t back to normal until February.
That was the Christmas when I carried around a sign saying, “I’m not going to talk to you, so shut up!”