Yesterday did not start off really well as it was one of many where I was angry at Ray for making us late. But he dropped me off at work on time, then took Vanessa and eventually left the car for me and walked to his office. Work went well; the new time clock for the Job TREC office was well received. It appears that I am working on a reputation as someone who actually follows through when needs are expressed.

I lunched by myself at Siri Thai, enjoying the Guernsey book. I left about 3:30 and Ray and I played racquetball. I feel like I have improved about as much as I am going to, and yet Ray (naturally) plays significantly better than I do. If I return a difficult shot, he just hits it back and I lose the point. Either I can't run fast enough, or I hit it awkwardly. I wonder if it would be more fun to play with someone else or to do something else with him. We enjoy being together, making up silly ways to say the score (5-6, pick up sticks).

We were home a little after 5:30 and started right in on supper, while Vanessa and the Captain had drink and snack in front of the tennis on TV. Ray made the pasta and I made the omelette and side dish. It was the kind of meal I really like, lots of veggies, wtih a little pasta and one egg (per person). Although the weather is a little cooler now, the humidity is quite high. Ray was sweating while he cooked and getting progressively more and more grumpy. If I were cooking by myself, I would be grumpy. So when we sat down to eat, he was quite a pill. Then we didn't leave right away for Clela's book signing so he could cool off and pull himself together. By the time we got there, everyone was leaving. Apparently she had read some of her poetry, I had just thought it was a signing. We got the last copy of the book. I'm still glad we went. Vicky Joiner asked about the girls and told us about her kids. Benjamin graduated from high school and was working at the bookstore on campus. We saw Conoly and Al Hester, too. She was in my dance class with Alice DePass years ago and she seemed really old to me then. Now she seems younger...

One odd thing. Vanessa said her instructor did not show for yoga this morning. He is very reliable (Ash Raymond) and I am concerned about him. I suppose he could have overslept. Anne Brightwell, who taught Molli and Amelia math at Clarke Central, led the rest of the group so they had class anyway.

I slept well, but in spite of exercise and diversion and planning trips and everything going well, I am feeling stressed this morning and really want to figure out how to deal with it. A walk would help, but it is pitch black here almost until time for me to go to work.