It is a strange transformation from a week of such extraordinary hyper activity to near total non-activity. It is early evening. The agenda for tonight is making dinner and watching television. The house is quiet and tranquil. I find myself mildly unhappy and cannot say why. I feel tired. This morning Wendy and I walked the dogs to the park. Then the three of us went to Eastern Market and bought fresh vegetables. Wendy made cheese omelettes and then we went to Georgetown and saw a Russian film “Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears.” Back home, we all napped. Now the evening gently arrives.
August 22nd, 1981
August 22nd, 1981
August 22nd, 1981
It is a strange transformation from a week of such extraordinary hyper activity to near total non-activity. It is early evening. The agenda for tonight is making dinner and watching television. The house is quiet and tranquil. I find myself mildly unhappy and cannot say why. I feel tired. This morning Wendy and I walked the dogs to the park. Then the three of us went to Eastern Market and bought fresh vegetables. Wendy made cheese omelettes and then we went to Georgetown and saw a Russian film “Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears.” Back home, we all napped. Now the evening gently arrives.