This Sunday morning before church I was working on a musical arrangement I needed to finish for the youth choir. I was softly singing along, and got to the end where the sopranos have a big finish going up pretty high. As soon as I finished Olivia called from across the room, "Momma, are you okay?" (She sounded genuinely concerned.)
"Yes," I replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you sounded like you were dying or something."