June 18, 1991

I have the morning off, but not completely to myself.  JoAnna makes an early departure to work, so I have to drive Andy to daycare.  He's still tentative about the move up to the Bumblebee Room.  He asks me to read him a book, one after another as it turns out.  It's obvious he doesn't want to leave.  Fortunately, I'm able to extricate myself from his mental clutches without inducing tears, though I do leave behind a sad-eyed little guy.  Back home, I do some chores, wash down the benches so Goodwill won't have to deal with all the mildew, tidy up the garage.  It's an unproductive day, a slow evening at the reference desk.  I'm content doing book selection.