My beloved is not well. In fact, she is so poorly that the good doctors have kept her in hospital until she gets better. She has gone through a battery of tests already. One of the least pleasant ones was in the gastroscopy department, where a tube is shoved into the stomach through the gullet. As she was waiting for her turn, a fellow came in and spotted someone he knew on one of the benches. “Oh,” he cheered up at once, “you’re in gastronomy, too!” He was not kidding, either. He knew something gastro was involved, but he could not remember exactly what it was. Anyhow, my beloved is well enough to keep her customary sense of humor.