Friday, January 4, 2013

Saturday, January 4, 1992


I wake up to Eddie's cooing.  Such a sweetheart.  JoAnna's caught some kind of bug, so she's out of commission for most of the day.  I spend much of my time doing chores:  laundry, washing the bathroom walls, cleaning the bathroom heater, reorganizing one of the kitchen cabinets, washing the kitchen floor.    Throughout this energy spurt, I tape -- or should I say retape -- a variety of 70s tunes.

By the end of the day I have added to my discarded pile of albums.  After telling Andy about the Three Bears for the numero bazillioneth time, I crash out with him.  JoAnna, obviously feeling alone and neglected, comes into the boys' room to rouse me out of my slumber.

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