I get the phone call I've been expecting. Just before 9, Sharon calls to report that the air-conditioning is not working. So much for an uninterrupted morning at home. What little time I have to myself I spend in the garden. I spend the afternoon the library looking through and organizing my desk. I leave at 4 to pick up Andy at daycare. It's a slow evening, although there are obviously still a few teachers giving homework assignments at this late date, one of them a detective synonym exercise. That had to come from a defective mind. JoAnna calls to inform me she's gone to volleyball.
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