At first I blamed Canada.  I felt fine until a few days ago when I awoke in Ontario with a scratchy throat that soon became sore.  Despite the government-mandated “How To Wash Your Hands” signs in every restroom across the country, I just knew some canuck had infected me somehow.  Probably with strep.  Or throat cancer.  Or ebola. Or worse.  (What’s worse than ebola?)

But I think Spring is the culprit. And possibly hotel and airplane air. And my yard.  We have loads of flowers and trees, grass and weeds, around our house and the darn stuff does this to me every year.  Once the yard starts blooming I get sore throats and a stopped up head at least once a month.  And that leads to other more painful issues that are too gross to mention but rhyme with “sinus infection.”

Good thing I can stay inside and rest up for the next few days.

Oh, wait, I can’t.

We’re taking the kids to the movies today, running some errands, visiting friends.  Then, tomorrow morning I head out to Collierville, Tennessee and then, on Sunday, I’m in Arkansas. Between now and my travels I’m drinking as much green sludge (beats, spinach, ginger, lettuce, oranges, apples, carrots all juiced up together) as I can without having issues that rhyme with “gag reflex.”

Somewhat related: Compassion usually sends trained volunteers to my concerts to man (or lady) the sponsorship table.  Due to a little mix-up, I don’t have any official Compassion volunteers at my shows this weekend, but I could sure use some help.  So, if you’re a hard-working sponsor or a trained “advocate” and you’d be willing to help out on Saturday or Sunday, please shoot me an e-mail.  We can hang out and partake of hot tea and cough drops together.  Doesn’t that sound like a blast? Thought so.