I've got a throat that wouldn't improve even if you slit it. A sort of laryngeal inferno, making me cough when I don't want to. The Munchkins had it, the nanny had it, and now I've got it. This morning it rained on my sore throat too. If I knew how, I would ask the San Diego Tourist Board for my money back.
Beziehungsweise - you see the influence of a German nanny - I have found a source of good and inexpensive red wine, a place that sells authentic bread (a rare commodity in these parts), and a way to play my daughter's keyboard while wearing headphones so nobody else gets incommoded.
So, all in all, I am enjoying myself here in SoCal. Just as long as I can keep swallowing....
PS You should see the turkey - a monstrous bugger that surely never managed to walk on two legs. Given that I will have to carve it come Monday, I wish they'd invent a totally cubic one.
Have a good one.