How can you make a phone call if you can't speak?

Early Wednesday morning, my fever broke, and all was as it should be in my body...except for my throat, which was (and still is) damnably sore. I went in to work as normal, and next thing I knew, I found out that the long-awaited move was now to occur this week. Okay, I can deal with that. After all, the sepulchral gloom of the Bat-Cave was fairly lonely at times. After getting the news of the move, I went back to the 'Cave and resumed my work. Not fifteen minutes later, Sam appeared informing me that he needed me to move into the FPML room that very day. The move happened after lunch, with me moving into Ipps' old desk, and Ipps moving across the hallway. We then moved all the desks out of the 'Cave and into the back offices, which took some doing, owing primarily to the relative size of doorways. So now I'm in a room full of people, which is going to take some getting used to. It's like when Batman hooks up with the Justice League and has to work in the Watchtower. Though I sometimes like the company of others, I tend to be something of a social misfit, in that I never really know what to say. I'm either too serious in a time of levity, or too flippant in a time of seriousness. It's rather frustrating at times. This will take some work on my part.