Golda's 2007 Winter Migration

My brain hurts while I am doing this. It started as a sore throat on Sunday. Monday, I knew that I was sick, but kept thinking to myself, “just get on the plane. All you have to do is get on the plane.” Tuesday, yesterday, was one of the worst plane rides of my life. The actual flight was OK, but I was miserable. Now, here at the beach, Olga is taking good care of us (Golda and me); but I am required to spend today in bed and to rest, which is what I am going to do as soon as I finish writing this.