Labor Day Weekend is over. Fall begins. The answer to my last post "Is Vacationing with my Husband Asking for Trouble?" is no...and yes.

Our trip to California was not plagued with fights or, as I pointed out would be worse, boredom. So we passed that test. No need to board the one-way train to Splittsville just yet.

In fact, Rob and I never fought. I can't remember him driving me up the wall even for a moment! Instead, we giggled on the plane, chatted endlessly with our Californian friends who met us when we landed, snorkeled, rode horseback, dined al fresco, and hiked.

But for all that doing, we didn't do IT. Seems not even time alone in a lovely hotel room overlooking the ocean can make us horny. Instead, we read quietly. Yawn.

While we were away, a young couple moved into the apartment above ours. We haven't met them yet, but we already know a bit too much. At 1 a.m., they get randy. And at a pretty good clip and decibel level. The more they moan, the more frustrated I get.

I want to scream but instead I get as quiet as possible — I think we both pretend we're asleep so we don't have to acknowledge to each other that yes, we hear them, and no, we don't do that anymore. And isn't it a shame.

I know I should get over it, but I can't bring myself to talk about this problem at depth in couples therapy yet. I think it would be easier to test those waters on my own: to find out if there's something wrong with me, and to get comfortable talking about it before opening the Pandora's Box of couplehood.

Anyone know a good sex therapist? A self-help book for sexless couples? I'm making it a goal: By the end of 2008 I'll have had sex with my husband. At least once.