I was actually on the road to recovery… but the blasted Chicago winter retarded that. The chilly air tickles my throat a little too much. I still feel bad for the opera folks (caught the final opera of the season, Cosi Fan Tutti – was excellent btw) who sat in front and beside me. I was popping cough drops like nobody’s business but still had to choke back on my coughs every now and then throughout the show. It was bad enough on the plane; in the theatre, I felt like I was profaning the space. And it’s so difficult you know, to try time it right, in between the arias, when the audience is clapping. And it’s even more difficult to get in two precise hacks, hock the phlegm out before the orchestra starts again.