Some days, as a podcastress, you find that it's about a billion and two degrees of sour sunshined degrees outside, measured by the scales of Daniel or Anders either/or, and while the last thing you feel like doing might involve heavy lifting dressed in black, the next to last thing, on days such as those, might involve trying to get discernible sound and meaning to emerge from your throat.
And on days like these, you, as a podcastress, would be grateful for offers from your listeners, to muscle it out for you. And you'd sit back, and listen, and think, "well, this is nice, to sit back and listen, isn't it?"