As must be expected, the human body waits until it knows that you do not have pressing commitments, and then hits you with the tsunami of illness.

Raphaela must have brought home a virus from somewhere, because she suffered for one day and I have been hoarse and speech-less since yesterday.  And despite the fact that we did not do any particularly rigorous trips other than walking to friends for meals, I have a right proper sciatica radiating up and down my right leg.

Needless to say, I have not slept well for the last few days, and with two days of Pessach to go, I have very little time to get over this and return to the routine of Gan and clinic work.  Meanwhile, my daughter and I are getting quite adept at a crude version of sign language.