October 14, 1991

Not a restful night.  I think it's my deep-seated frustration over the budget process this year.

At work, Liz and I have a spirited discussion over collection development priorities.  Right now we're looking at a no-increase budget for 1992.

I spend the afternoon printing copies of my reference bibliography and laboring over Wednesday's acceptance speech.  On the walk home, I consider a marriage analogy in referring to staff, but the Thomas hearing circus makes that seem inappropriate   Then I remember a key phrase I mentally filed away a few days ago:  "The best of times, the worst of times".