I left the hostel just in time: the cold that had been lingering in my throat for several days moved into my nose.  The hostel has no soap or towels in the bathrooms, and it's easy to forget to bring one's own, which is probably why I got sick, but had I stayed an hour longer I would certainly have passed it on to other people.

The all-day rain shower that had been forecast failed to materialize, so I took a scenic route to Gallaudet.  It felt good to get out on my bike again, pulling the familiar trailer; I was able to breathe through my nose as long as I was exercising.  As soon as I stopped, though, I felt miserable.  I checked into my room and took a long, hot shower.

Marisa had taken her "quals" (qualifying exams) that afternoon, and they went well.  We had dinner with her circle of friends (though she had had an invitation to go out with her department, she wasn't recovered in time), and everyone wanted to know how she had done on the tests.

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