Monday, April 8, 2013

April 8, 1992

I'm on cloud nine throughout the day.  We don't get to bed until after one on election night and my Mexican jumping-bean brain cells keep me from experiencing a restful sleep.  I awake sometime after three, toss and turn, and try to eliminate thought of Don somehow sabotaging the election. By midafternoon, I'm dragging a little bit.  JoAnna's back to her usual work schedule, which today means that she has a meeting in Milwaukee that will keep her out past ten.  I'm crashed out by the time she returns.  Maybe Andy is too, or maybe he's tubin' out.

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