Wednesday, January 1, 1992

No hangover, fortunately.  I did drink a lot of the bubbly last night.

It's a lowkey day.  Channel scanning during the late morning, I get hooked on a movie about a dad searching for his kidnapped baby.  JoAnna and Andy go to see Fieval Goes West during the afternoon.  Eddie's been too prone to fussy spells lately.  I do some taping and fix barbecued chicken wings.  By early evening, JoAnna's not feeling too well.  I give both boys a bath.  Eddie gets such a look of panic on his face when I rinse his hair.  I stretch out on the couch in the TV room while Andy is sitting at his desk and doze off once or twice.