No, I'm at home. I called my boss early in the morning to say I wouldn't be coming in, because I was in Zombieland. He only heard "indesciperable mumbling," so I collected some pieces of awareness, and managed to shout as loudly as I could that I'd lost my voice. I got to stay at home.

Then I had to go to a funeral. I started coughing during every hymn - from trying to mime the words while breathing, every time the Vicar prayed, and several more times during the interment ceremony. :( Am I ever glad to be home, because I hurt all over.