Every two weeks, a nurse called all the participants, asking how they were feeling.

Two weeks passed, however, and no one called for a follow-up interview.

Four more weeks, five to be sure, then I'd call.

A week or two in the sun doesn't call for more than a few T-shirts and some white pants.

This week several of them called for the government to spend more on research to find new and better testing methods.

A week or so later, an English friend who lives in view of the store called on the phone.

Then, nine weeks ago and out of the blue, the man from Columbia had called.

A few weeks later one of his friends called.

"Two weeks from now," he called almost cheerfully as I went out.

Whichever category you are in, the week calls for a party.