After a tremendous weekend, the best weekend of our lives, I seemed to have misplaced my voice. It was somewhere in the cold, slushy streets just outside of Washington, D.C. During the night I had a dream where my throat, my voice box, all the inner workings were destroyed. It was more like a nightmare I suppose. After waking, I realized my voice was truly gone. Oh well. I can create a new one. Simply put: This is life. So it goes. [HAPPY FACE]