Sunday, March 17, 2013

March 17, 1992

I stay home for most of the morning and instead of reviewing my notes for next week's 2-day workshop, I do chores, print some calendar squares, and wonder how (un)prepared I'll be when the time comes to make my presentation.

At the council meeting, Sandy gives me instructions as to what to report.  Fine, but what's wrong with her mouth.  I feel a little uncomfortable talking about what Joel has told me no one wants to hear anymore:  how increasingly busy the library is.

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