May 14, 1992

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Eddie's still feverish, and I'm still embracing unexpected days off from work, although today was a day away from the library anyway.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble?" JoAnna asks me.

No, but then if this keeps up, people might realize how dispensable library directors can be.

Eddie sleeps from 8 to 12.  I check in on him every 15 minutes, fearing the worst each time I enter his bedroom.  I can't believe he can sleep for so long.

I enjoy an inactive morning, watching two episodes of Perry Mason sandwiching a Joan Rivers sleazefest about alternative sex practices.  After 40 minutes of her show, I feel as though I need a shower.

May 13, 1992

Eddie is still running a temperature:  101.  It is an improvement  though.  Having nothing pressing on my schedule, I again volunteer to stay home from work.  One might think I'm getting tired of my job -- or at least yearning for a change in my work life -- and one might be partially right.  I schedule an 11 o'clock appointment with Dr. Ellis.   Eddie sacks out from 8:30 to 10:00 and is in a great mood during his entire visit to the clinic.  The diagnosis   yet another ear infection, not to mention a raw throat, though I don't ask what that means specifically.

March 31, 1992

TIME

Why is it lately that any time like this that I spend home alone, I get caught up in doing household chores.  I haven't done a thing with my journal notes in weeks.

It's less than a productive day at the library.  I get a call from Eddie's daycare.  He has a temperature of 102, so I get to spend a little bonus time at home.  Most of the evening is taken up with a Committee of the Whole meeting, which extends beyond the library's 9 p.m. closing time.  And wouldn't you know it.  Somebody wants to get into the library's meeting room after the front doors are locked.  Worse yet, she has to sit down by me and kvetch about it.

March 29, 1992

The weather turns cooler and Eddie has a fever of 102 so there is no outdoor activity today.  I'm a complete vegetable and not feeling so good myself although I have to admit that Andy doesn't show any signs of discomfort.  It's one of those days when you want to hum the Peggy Lee ditty "Is That All There Is?"  During the evening, I stretch out on on the bed, watch TV, and bounce back and forth between a couple of epics:  Spartacus and Ben-Hur.  I catch the chariot race.