Anchor, it appeared, demanded a flu vaccine by Sept 1, so on Sept 2 I got myself one at the CVS on 57th St. In the evening I had a beer, fell lightly to sleep (having slept much of the past two days, and having a long PP shift in front of me, midweek (Wednesday). By midnight or so I felt definitely ill. Thermometer told me 101.7º, and a little later near 103º. I checked the time every hour or so. If I felt okay come 10 or 11 am, I would shower and get ready for the PP 5K race shift starting at one pm. I didn’t go, in the end.
After 9 in the evening now, and I feel completely washed out by that fever. It broke into sweats during the morning and I have felt seriously fatigued since. First time I have ever had to “call out” at nruns.
Yesterday and today watched To Catch a Thief in bits. I could never get through it before, but forced myself. So it remains one of my least favorite Hitchcocks, a nice travelogue with little tension. The culprit is the little French gamine. Jessie Royce Landis plays so excellently against Cary Grant, she got cast as his mother in the next one, though they were about the same age. There is a lot of one-armed rescuing toward the end, also to be repeated in that next feature. Grace Kelly is beautiful and insipid. The plot is extremely sketchy. Cary is an ex-jewel thief, suspected of being the robber in a new set of heists. Grace seduces him, perhaps.
