I'm up early and leave the house by 7:30, stopping at the library to see if there's anything of interest on my desk. It does seem that the library is in unusual disarray. Monday must have been a killer circ day.
I eat breakfast -- French toast, no appetite for eggs and potatoes -- at Olde Town Inn, then get my hair cut. I spend the rest of the morning doing yard work: trimming the shrubs and mulching a weedy area under the forsythia. After feeding Eddie lunch, I spend nearly two hours on the bedroom floor with him, oftentimes content to watch him interact with anything he comes in contact with. He's so animated and alert.
Once he takes a nap, I think about taking a bike ride, but only get as far as washing the bike. When Eddie wakes up, we play on the hammock until JoAnna and Andy return home. We go to Nautigal for supper, then after dropping off, the Club for volleyball, my first team appearance. I play terribly but then so does everyone else on the team. Self-fulfilling prophecy? Where is my reserve of self-esteem?
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