We were eating our dinner on trays while watching the TV and I was aware that my husband had stopped eating. His eyes were shut. He appeared to be unconscious. “Are you alright?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t dead. A flicker of life showed on his face. “Uh? Oh! I forgot about dinner,” he said, picked up his cutlery, and started eating again. “I didn’t sleep well last night”. We were supposed to be embarking on a two-hour drive that evening, so I thought perhaps we should leave earlier than planne...