I am buried under a pile of mismanaged assignments. But I had to share this, even if it means more love for the ubiquitous Joan Didion. Heard her on the radio yesterday and she was talking about the physical symptoms of grief. She said loss of appetite and lots of vomiting were a big part of it for her. But the sweet part was when she said that the only thing she could eat for a long time after John G.D. died was congee -- brought to her from Chinatown by her fellow recent widow(er) Calvin Trillin. Now that is some real-life tearjerker scene.