Tuesday, December 21, 1999

Very cold this morning—temperatures in the single digits. My car has a thermometer; it’s alarming to watch the temperature fall as soon as I pull out of the garage. It makes me feel like a day trader, watching his favorite stock take a dive.


Dinner tonight with Leland, who’s back in town for a few days. A tableful of current and former WRIfolk makes for interesting—if somewhat grumpy—conversation.