Yesterday morning I beat Ray at racquetball, even though I didn't want to go. I was exhausted and depressed. During the day, I talked to Meredith some and one board member and did some work on the policies in the afternoon. Maybe words are easier than numbers...Ray and I had a quick supper before the Democratic Committee meeting. Michael Mills, a candidate for secretary of state, spoke. He was pretty impressive. We'll see.

Home before dark to look at the gardens. I put some remay over the strawberries, which have started turning pink. Looks like we should have some good ones within a few days! Watched TV, knitted, went to bed. Sore this morning, probably from racquetball, possibly compounded by stress. Getting better. How do you cast on cable style? I will be calling you, Amelia.