Saturday, September 8, 2012

September 8, 1991



I sleep okay but feel rather poorly as soon as I get out of bed.  JoAnna is practically catatonic, still suffering from a disabling headache.  (The beer last night certainly didn't help.)  Both of us lounge and nap through the nap.  By 4 o'clock, all of my cylinders have been refired, and I'm feeling energetic.  JoAnna summons a sufficient level of energy to prepare a fine supper:  beef roast, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, apple pie.  She's really been the kitchen queen this week.

Although it's been cloudy most of the day, we never get the rain that everyone else around here seems to be getting.  In fact, after supper, the sky starts to clear.  So Andy gets his wish:  a trip to the park.  We take Eddie along, too.

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