May 14, 1992

#4 on the Billboard Hot 100 for the week ending 5/16/92

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.

Tuesday, December 31, 1991

JoAnna works, I take the day off, and until 3 o'clock I'm doing chores and keeping an eye on the boys.  Andy is especially rambunctious.  We do grocery shopping in the morning, and I take an hour's break to watch Perry Mason.  After the last of the laundry is folded, I fix myself a martini and return to the TV room.  JoAnna returns home at 3:30.

Jess watches the boys, and JoAnna and I spend New Year's Eve at Larry and Martha's with Chuck and Barb.  Martha prepares a great turkey dinner.  Afterwards, we sit around and talk and, after Chuck and Barb leave, play Trivial Pursuit.  Larry and I win both games.

JoAnna and I drive home at 2:00 on surprisingly deserted streets.

Tuesday, December 24, 1991

JoAnna puts in a few hours at the office.  I enjoy a less hectic morning with the boys, another opportunity to watch Perry Mason.  JoAnna makes tutke and a turkey breast for supper and then we open the gifts from my family.  And such nice things we receive.  A cordless phone and waffle iron for JoAnna and me, a railroad merry-go-round and pull-toy for Eddie (he loves the former), and Turtle sweats for Andy.  We don't take any videos or pictures, so I'm sure my folks will be disappointed to learn that.  Around 8, we take a drive around to look at Christmas lights.  We discover no major clusters of an overly-festive sort.  Most Madison neighborhoods appear to take a very lowkey or ho-hum approach to outside decorations.  When we arrive at Warner Park, the line of autos extends to Sherman Avenue.  With both boys asleep, I'm not in the mood for a parade.