October 31, 1991

On my weekly calendar of things to do, Thursday is a blank.  And since it's Halloween, business is way off.  Shoulda woulda coulda taken the day off.

Susan McCarthy, from Arlington County Library, calls for a reference.  I say all sorts of wonderful things about Sharon, and the caller is pleased with my openness.  She must have previously dealt with some less than forthcoming people.

Bad weather reduces Andy's haul this year.  At 9 o'clock, I settle into bed to watch Alfred Hitchcock but fall asleep before the end of the opening credits.