Quiet time...
After having to talk constantly (8 AM - 4:30 PM) and loudly at work for the last 3 days assigning kids to classes and answering the same inane questions over and over and over and over, my voice is shot. Alas, I've got two more days of this nonsense to talk my way through, so I might not be able to talk at all come Friday evening. Of course, I suppose I could use sign language to get my point across for the next couple of days, but considering that I'd probably sprain my middle finger in the process, that's probably not such a hot idea *grin*. I've also threatened to start using interpretive dance, but that's probably not such a hot idea, either ;-) Sadly, I have found myself using flight attendant-like arm motions and phrases ("your class is located two floors up, and you can find stairwells at either end of the hallway"), and I don't know if that means I'm (a) tired of repeating myself regarding things that should be obvious to anyone with the IQ of pocket lint, (b) physically and mentally tired in general, and/or (c) going quietly nuts :-P