February 12, 1991

I'm up early, but not as early as JoAnna.  Eddie wakes up at 5, and she decides to stay up.  She scores big points by fixing me a pancake breakfast.  I leave the house at 7:30, which gives me enough time to review my lecture notes over a cup of espresso.  Never again -- the espresso, that is.   Session 2 goes very smoothly.  My only criticism is that I spend too much time yakkin'.  I allow only ten minutes for discussion.  They call me Mr. Information Overload.

Andy seems surprised at me earlier-than-normal arrival at daycare.  He doesn't want to leave at first.

The board meeting goes well.  The members react calmly to the news of the cash drawer pilfering  I stay late to type up the minutes.

February 11, 1991

I have the morning off since Liz and I have switched evenings due to the board meeting  tomorrow.  When I'm not with Andy, I spend time at my desk continuing the seemingly endless notebook reorganization project.

During the afternoon, I meet with Chuck Foulk, a Middleton police detective.  We decided to "bait" the cash drawer with an electronic device.  After closing, Dave Kromm takes so much time setting up and testing the device, I find myself glancing at the front door every ten seconds.  Don Gibson shows up before the coast is clear.  I wonder what is going through his mind.  Just as I'm ready to leave, I hear a knock on the front door.  It's Greg, Dave's partner.  He left a photocopy of the baited dollar bills behind.  Is this the Keystone Kops or what?