photojournal

25 April 2001
 

A phone call from Sam, one of my many school of ed friends that I've not seen in a long time, breaks my will to work. I left work at five, enjoyed sangria with Bill, Jodie, and Sam at dominics, and then tossed around a frisbee at Bill's until it became too dark and cold to do so. I did eventually make it back to work after dinner with Gretchen at the Old Town, but the break was so nice.