I lost my voice a few days ago. It's only gradually coming back to me. In my gusto to get things done today—it's the first quiet day I've had in a long stretch—I somehow forgot all about my condition.
I set up a business call for the afternoon with one of my licensing partners and was only reminded of my voiceless state when I answered the call with an inaudible croak.
Oops. They called looking for Heather Bailey and Neville Longbottom's pet toad answered the phone.