January 4, 1991

With less prodding than usual, Andy gets out of bed.  He wants breakfast just as I'm ready to get him into the van . 

"Andy, you can have a bag of Cherrios, but you don't have enough time to sit down and eat a bowl of cereal." 

I arrive at the library at a few minutes before 9 and leave shortly after 3 so I can run some errands:  cashing my check,  buying a 1991 desk diary (which I hope that I will start using on a regular basis), searching unsuccessfully for a CD copy of Leon Russell's Carney. 

I pick up Andy and he's a regular chatterbox on the drive home.  We talk about buying ice skates and all the sports that he and Eddie are going to play together in a few years.