October 2, 1991

A bit of a headache stays with me through a portion of the morning.  What did I eat last night?  A nuked burrito with an overly of hot salsa.

I spend the afternoon at the WLA office opening envelopes and extracting ballots, and, in the process, trying to assess my own election chances as I stack each ballot on its proper pile.  At first it appears that my opponent has more x's in her box.  My insides start to churn; I try to look nonchalant, unconcerned about how this particular race will turn out.  How can the Librarian of the Year not be elected to an office?  I think of the possible humiliation involved.  While Bob Bocher is counting the WAPL ballots, I discreetly attempt to see who has the longer line of slash marks.  With less than half of the ballots counted, it appears that I have a 10 to 15 point lead.  As it turns out, I win rather handily, 224 to 165.

I pick up Andy at daycare and enjoy a celebratory martini when I get home.  I also do two loads of wash, get one load dried, folded and put away and the second one in the dryer.