My trip to Jamaica went splendidly until Monday afternoon. That's when I started to realize that I was probably catching the upper respiratory infection that had been dogging my sister since well before we left for the trip. By Tuesday, my voice was raspy and I'd developed a cough and a sore throat.
Today, the laryngitis has reduced my voice to a whisper and I'm still waiting for my right ear to unplug from the last leg of the flight (although it was rather nice to have the sounds of my husband's snoring blocked so effectively last night).
I'll try to track down the cable to my camera tonight and start posting my photos tomorrow.
For now, it's off to my new office to figure out where to park and where I sit. Wish me luck!