I was at the church for a while this morning-- and didn't have much of a voice. The concession manager was there and decided he doesn't need me to work tomorrow, which is good. I came home and had some soup, and I've been relaxing since. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or if I'm simply exhausted.
I haven't told Daughter I'm not working at the game tomorrow. I need a day alone. A quiet day. I need to be recovered by Sunday.