Thursday, May 17, 1984

I watered the garden, bundled dead tree limbs for the garbage and raked two-thirds of the yard. I stripped the old finish off another drawer of the furniture I'm refinishing.

When I came home from an errand, Steve, his girlfriend, Theresa, and I sat an talked. I heard Cecil whisper "Temper, temper" as he came out of his room into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I haven't the vaguest idea what is wrong with him. He has been very moody and reclusive for several days now.