November 3, 1991

Chores all  morning:  laundry, rearranging cabinets.  By the early afternoon, I just want to spend an hour or two immobile.  It's an indoor kind of day.  Outside the wind howls -- the wind chill registers -20.  The leaves in the back yard still cover the lawn, and I never get around to washing the mildew off the house.  Not to mention rototilling the garden.

JoAnna fixes a great supper, ham and scalloped potatoes.  I clean up and give Andy a bath.  Later on, I resume my desk reorganization, dumping pages and pages of newspaper article photocopies and weeding out long-neglected files, perhaps throwing away some memories in the process.  Debatable.