The Three A.M. Terror

This was my first good night in weeks — maybe in months, if you count the fact that my body seems to have decided it was allergic to France in general — so of course I’m still a little zonked, which makes no sense whatsoever, since I slept in my own bed (instead not sleeping in the bathroom) for the first time in a week or so.

I was talking to my son about that, because yesterday, as he was leaving for the hospital before dawn, I ambushed him on the stairs and said “what is abdominal pain her...