I'm ready to be a stay-in-bed lazybones for awhile until JoAnna suggests that I join the rest of the family at the breakfast table. She serves up an encore of yesterday's offering: pancakes.
The day starts out overcast and cool; by midday the sky has cleared but the air remains cool. I venture outside and do a little yard work: cutting down the peonies, pulling up the beans, collecting the wind-blown debris from the silver maples. Nothing major.
JoAnna prepares a shrimp stirfry for supper which Andy, surprisingly, find appetizing. He especially likes the baby corns.
I spend most of the evening, as I did a good portion of the afternoon, reading Rabbit at Rest. Throughout the day I have wondered if I'm spending enough time with Andy, if I'm becoming too distant as a dad, too concerned about having time to myself.
