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.
2 comments:
Sorry you're sick and hope your throat improves by Monday. (Don't breathe on the turkey!)
Where in San Diego are you? I lived there before moving to SF three years ago, and would really like to know.
Happy Christmas and all good wishes for the New Year.
South Park, close to Golden Hill. A lovely neighbourhood with lots of lovingly-preserved period buildings. A three-block walk to a great coffee shop and delicatessen, and a five-minute drive to Balboa Park and San Diego Zoo. Great place to be, cold or no cold!
Jake
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