There's work to do. I start the laundry, then , around midmorning, go food shopping with Andy. Barb comes along; she announced earlier that she has to buy some bras at Penney's.
During the afternoon, I finish installing the storm windows, a three-hour chunk of time. While JoAnna and Andy are pulling up flowers, I pour myself a martini and chuckle my way through the last third of Native Tongue.
A delicious supper (pork chops and sauerkraut, boiled potatoes and steamed carrots) interrupts my progress.
Shortly after midnight, Andy starts to cry inconsolably. I ignore the intrusion but end up moving to the TV room when Andy joins us in bed. At first I just sack out on the couch, but then after a couple of hours of very broken sleep, I open the hideabed so I can stretch out my body without any impediments.
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