September 29, 1991

In spite of our getting to bed late, we're still up at our usual time.  No sleeping in for Mom and Dad with two young 'uns needing attention.  We do have a lazy day, though.  I can't get into the latest book I'm reading -- Force Majeure -- a preposterously overrated first novel with a Hollywood setting.  I spend a little time outside tidying up the yard and thinking about the bigger projects that need to be done before the snow flies. Just before bedtime, JoAnna and I revise our household needs list.

September 8, 1991

I sleep okay but feel rather poorly as soon as I get out of bed.  JoAnna is practically catatonic, still suffering from a disabling headache.  (The beer last night certainly didn't help.)  Both of us lounge and nap through the nap.  By 4 o'clock, all of my cylinders have been refired, and I'm feeling energetic.  JoAnna summons a sufficient level of energy to prepare a fine supper:  beef roast, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, apple pie.  She's really been the kitchen queen this week.

Although it's been cloudy most of the day, we never get the rain that everyone else around here seems to be getting.  In fact, after supper, the sky starts to clear.  So Andy gets his wish:  a trip to the park.  We take Eddie along, too.