Thursday night I started feeling strange. Friday I called in sick to work with a bad cold, missing the company party that I’d looked forward to for so long. Felt better by bedtime. This morning we got up, drove the Zipcar to IKEA in the rain, and just before lunch Andy mentioned he was feeling lightheaded. We got home, unloaded everything in the rain and returned the car. Hot showers. Martini for Andy.

Now, he has a cold. Monday is the last day of his vacation.

We ordered out for pizza and watched Manda Bala, a dazzling and disturbing film. We had to turn away from the screen several times. Andy is resting in bed and reading Ian Fleming. In half an hour SNL is on and I’m so excited. It’s raining again and I can hear the rain drumming on the air conditioner outside.