Tuesday, November 20, 2012

November 20, 1991

The weather's dry.  I have no meetings to attend.  For once I can walk to work, walk home for lunch, etc.  At work I'm content to diddle, some book reviewing here, some bookcase weeding there.  I keep a desk diary from 3:15 to 5:00 and have lots to note down.

While JoAnna finishes spaghetti, I honor a request for garlic bread.  I can't figure out why the butter doesn't have a pungent aroma until I take a close look at the label:  onion powder.

After supper, I'm a vegetable.  Maybe it's the wine, though I drank only three glasses.  Maybe it's being a 42-year-old man who doesn't exercise much anymore.  I fall asleep while JoAnna watches Green Acres and wake up at 1:30 feeling completely refreshed.

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