February 18, 1991

Another Monday, another sore throat.  Nothing serious, but enough to make me wonder if the beginning-of-the-week stress level is starting to get to me.  I spend a busy morning at the reference desk and complete my column for the newspaper before lunch.  I stay til past six -- crazy all day.  I'm too tired to go to JoAnna's basketball game, and even Andy appears a little rundown.  We both go to bed after Murphy Brown.  I read him a story and then the two of us sack out for the night.  I barely recall JoAnna's return home, lifting my head off the pillow and then falling immediately back to sleep