I spent most of the morning on the computer, inputting calendar notes or playing solitaire. The afternoon is routine. The special board meeting to discuss a director evaluation pilot goes much longer than I expected. When I return home, shortly before ten, I'm surprised to find Andy is still awake and acting as though bedtime is still hours away. After I put him to bed -- no protest -- I sit at the kitchen table and eat graham crackers and drink milk. JoAnna cries out for me. I expect her to have another anxiety attack, but she just wants my presence.
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