I go to work at the regular time. I need to finish preparing the board packet. I do take the afternoon off, though, and spend the time taping music and weeding my files.
JoAnna returns my call at 4:30 and informs me that I won't have to pick up Andy. Inexplicably, I react very negatively to the supper question even though I have a clear idea what's on the menu.
After 4/5s of a hectic week, I let two martinis do an incredibly relaxing job on me. But according to JoAnna, I get too loose, and I must have been because I can't figure out what I did that was so disruptive. Not that I was blasted or anything.
After supper, I give Andy a bath, watch a little TV, and read the introduction to Rivethead. The fact that my eyes have trouble focusing on the page is a clear indication that I am not my usual self.
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