October 2, 1991

A bit of a headache stays with me through a portion of the morning.  What did I eat last night?  A nuked burrito with an overly of hot salsa.

I spend the afternoon at the WLA office opening envelopes and extracting ballots, and, in the process, trying to assess my own election chances as I stack each ballot on its proper pile.  At first it appears that my opponent has more x's in her box.  My insides start to churn; I try to look nonchalant, unconcerned about how this particular race will turn out.  How can the Librarian of the Year not be elected to an office?  I think of the possible humiliation involved.  While Bob Bocher is counting the WAPL ballots, I discreetly attempt to see who has the longer line of slash marks.  With less than half of the ballots counted, it appears that I have a 10 to 15 point lead.  As it turns out, I win rather handily, 224 to 165.

I pick up Andy at daycare and enjoy a celebratory martini when I get home.  I also do two loads of wash, get one load dried, folded and put away and the second one in the dryer.

September 9, 1991

Eager to jump back into the work flow, I arrive at the library shortly after 7.  Part of my morning is taken up with an Election Committee oversight.  "Some", actually a substantial number of multitype cooperation section members did not receive their ballots.  Most of them are from the Wausau area, and I remember stuffing some envelopes addressed to members from around that area, but I don't specifically remember stuffing Heather's.  And she is the first to contact Larry, who reports the problem to me.  As a result, I get to talk to Mary (Campfield) Kotschi, who is chair of Multitype.  Larry is surprised, nay amazed, when I tell him I used to date Mary.  "Details, details!" he demands, but I remain mum.

When it's time to go home, I realize there's still work to be done, specifically, seven LSCA Title II grants to evaluate.

When I return home, JoAnna's asleep and all the lights are on.  The TV, too.  I adjourn to the other side of the house since the dreaded Beebs is in bed.  Eddie fusses a little bit, as if he wants to be sure that Daddy's home.  I pat his back, and he falls back asleep immediately.