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Saturday, July 20 (?), 1996
I'm writing this by the light of the TV set. I'm watching Doctor Who and the volume is turned way down because Rick's parents left their bedroom door open.
Rick and I are finishing up a five-day stay in Ocean City. It's been a ragged time—some good times, some not so. We did some new things. We took a bike ride around Assateague. Somewhere along the line, I got a tic on my foot. A teeny, tiny tic. We went to see a Shorebirds game Wednesday night.
On Thursday, the air-conditioners were replaced. Or was it Friday? It was a difficult day of sitting around the condo, listening to Rick's parents bicker with each other, Rick argue with his dad, etc., etc.
Today, we rode bikes most of the time. The weather had been humid. Yesterday, a front came through, the skies cleared and the humidity dropped like a rock.
Tomorrow, we go home. I get ready for my interview on Wednesday. EPA again?
Tuesday, July 23, 1996
Tomorrow, I have my interview at EPA. We're also getting ready for a road trip to New England. I hope it's fun. I hope Rick has a good time. I feel sorry about leaving the cats again. They obviously missed us. They've been all over us since we got home.
I'll be happy to get this series of interviews out of the way. I hate series interviews. I keep wondering if I should wear makeup. As well as, do I want to go back to EPA?
