Last evening I went to a friend's apartment and met her doorman/healer. Linda was pretty sure that he could rid me of my sore throat. I think she didn't believe me when I told her my hoarse voice was just a hoarse voice and not a sore throat too. David, the doorman/healer, gently rested his hands around my neck and had me concentrate on my throat, but his specialty is reducing pain and I wasn't in pain. I think the fact that my voice didn't sound any better was a disappointment to all. But I did have a lovely cup of tea and a lovely evening of conversation with friends.

My voice has been getting better on its own since Tuesday. If I can keep myself from yelling at the students during sports day this afternoon I think it'll be back to normal by the time I get on the plane tomorrow.