March 11, 1991

I realize I can't skip this week's contribution to the local paper.  Otherwise, storytime registration goes unannounced.  Since my Janesville workshop on collection development is only a month away, I decide it's time to prepare a set of lecture notes.  I expect to work a 12-hour day, but Liz and I had never confirmed a switch of evenings, so it's just as well.  I pause.  (The brain on automatic pilot.)  JoAnna's in Milwaukee for the day and wants to attend her evening book club.  I pick up Andy at daycare, and once we get home we watch videos in the new bedroom.  I feel an odd sensation, as though what we did yesterday wasn't a proper shift of living space.