Another Monday, another sore throat. Nothing serious, but enough to make me wonder if the beginning-of-the-week stress level is starting to get to me. I spend a busy morning at the reference desk and complete my column for the newspaper before lunch. I stay til past six -- crazy all day. I'm too tired to go to JoAnna's basketball game, and even Andy appears a little rundown. We both go to bed after
Murphy Brown. I read him a story and then the two of us sack out for the night. I barely recall JoAnna's return home, lifting my head off the pillow and then falling immediately back to sleep
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