1) Wednesday evening I went to a beautiful little dinner party at the spacious home of friends in the Mysse Hylle section of JP, in honor of a mutual friend visiting from out of town. One of the guests was staying only through drinks because of a cold.
1a) Yesterday after a late lunch with a volunteer I was not feeling well and went home to sleep for a shocking two hours. I awoke with the beginnings of a scratchy throat, and this morning one swallow told me that the summer cold was now visiting me.
2) Immediately I remembered dialogue from Rope:
Mrs. Wilson (the chatty housekeeper): "Well I hope she's staying in bed with plenty of fruit juice."
Mr. Kentley (the repressive Sir Cedric Hardwicke): "She is, thank you."
Mrs. Atwater (the deliciously vague Constance Collier): "Ceaulds dehngerous in this heat. Ey'll nevah undahstehnd thet etahl."
3) I will be staying at home today, without fruit juice, gargling with hot salt water and not attending a midday gathering for which I took today as a vacation day. :-(