The final day to fret over next week's reference workshops. Soon I'll be able to focus on regular library projects: the long-range plan revisions, the weeding guidelines for Alice. There's more, but why waste ink on it now.
JoAnna and I attend the Special Edition banquet on the Concourse, an occasion to roast Ody Fish. JoAnna is so much in her element at these functions. I struggle to make the simplest connection with people I don't know. I need to loosen up, feel less self-conscious. Part of the problem is my inability to follow the conversation of the group I'm mingling with. With my height, I pick up a lot of surrounding noise.
Back home (by 10:30) we have some outrageously good sex.
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