Sheila, Maria, and I take care of business on a hectic Friday. Nonetheless, I manage to get a fair amount of work done, most of them projects I started yesterday, like the board report, a revision to the appropriate behavior policy, the column for the newspaper, book reviewing. An attempt to revive the VCR is a $20 losing gamble. The apple juice did too much damage.
After work, I drive to the credit union, listening to one of my many recently recorded tapes of 70s music. I also stop at Exclusive to look for a copy of the Phil Spector CD set (not in stock) and Pic-a-Book to buy some reading matter (Billboard, Esquire, and 2 newspapers).
Strange evening. I watch Psycho, alone, and am surprised at how tame it is 32 years later.
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