October 10, 1991

I contemplate my response to next week's awards presentation but so far have written nothing down on  paper.  Today is a slow day.  I continue to revise my reference bibliography.  JoAnna has a meeting in Milwaukee and doesn't return home until after 11.  I give both boys a bath before 9.  A late evening quiet and solitude provides the perfect setting for finishing Rabbit at Rest.  After the final sentence, I rest the book on my chest and then feel my face contort involuntarily, as if to prepare for a rivulet of tears.  No strong outburst occurs, though.