March 30, 1992

I finish the LSCA grant reports.  Sharon returns my Friday call, but there's really nothing I need from her.  She still can't work up much enthusiasm about her job and then reacts cautiously when I tell her how well Eve is fitting in.  We all like to hear that we're indispensable, I suppose.

Today's the first day in weeks, if not months, I've been able to work, walk back home for lunch, walk to the library again and then home for dinner.  We don't have a babysitter so I can't accompany JoAnna to the caniddates' forum.  I spend a brain-dead evening watching the Academy Awards presentations on TV.