I used to feel for people with allergies, in a sort of "Oh, I am so sorry that is happening to you, but this sort of thing doesn't happen to me" way.

Well, it's happening to me now. I lost my voice and couldn't speak above a whisper all weekend. I don't know if it was allergies or a cold, but it was bothersome. I couldn't talk, but there were so many things I wanted to say.

Things started getting rough on Friday, but by that night my voice was a tortured-sounding goose honk. I went to a party and while carrying around my press package in a folder, guests kept coming up to me and asking where their table numbers were and it was all I could do to squeak out, "I don't work here. I am a reporter."

When I woke up on Saturday, I tried to say something and nothing happened at all. But I decided this would not stop me from my Saturday plans, no. I still went to an 8:30 a.m. breakfast at Eastern Market, volunteered (although I couldn't yell at the kids so it wasn't as fun), rode my bike to Hains Point and around town, went out dancing, all with no voice.

Whispering in loud dimly-lit bars turned out to be the trickiest part. I tried to communicate by typing notes on my iPhone, but the conversation moved too quickly and I was just left waving around a phone with inane remarks on the screen like "Do you like Ke$ha?"

It appears that it is getting better, phew! I am sure everyone around me will be happy too, now they can once again hear my sage remarks and witty repartee.Or maybe the laryngitis was a welcome respite.