His life, his interests, his sometimes quirky frame of mind in words and pictures. A flyover of my life.
Friday, January 27, 2012
January 27, 1991
I serve Eddie his early breakfast. By the time he's settled down and back in his crib, I decide it's too late to go back to bed. I exercise, then read the paper and drink coffee. For the most part, it's an uneventful day. During the afternoon, Eddie and Andy and JoAnna and I take a walk around the block. Andy has to be carried much of the time. . We nosh on leftovers while watching the Super Bowl game. Actually, I'm sitting at my desk, reorganizing my notebooks. The game is mostly background noise for me during the first quarter. I start to get into the proceedings during the second quarter, but at halftime, I snap. I rave about wanting the TV to break down so we'll be without one since I know JoAnna will never go out and buy one and that what we're watching is nothing more than a string of commercials occasionally interrupted by a football game. The sight of Bush's stupidly grinning face sends me reeling out of the room.
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