Monday June 26

 Another computer upset for Joan this morning, scaring her stiff that her computer was broken and that she would not be able to do her work. However, after a visit to Curry's, where they have a computer help and repair desk, she returned home with the problem (her power connection) solved, and she was breathing great sighs of relief.

I will not get into any detail about how the the marital situation developed  in Washington during my first few years working at the IMF. Let's just look at the end product--divorce, and Kinny, Juliet, Daniel, and Dougal departing for Colorado, leaving me on my own in Washington, where, after selling the house we had bought, I moved into an apartment at the top of Georgetown, opposite the big school for the arts. And there was quite a social life in that small apartment building. There was Francie Barnard, who claimed to have slept with Joe Biden (then a young senator) and had a present boy-friend, whom she later married, who went on to fame and fortune--Bob Woodward. And there were other interesting  people. Often we would congregate in Francie's apartment. A little weed was smoked. I smoked marihuana on two occasions. One produced euphoria...wonderful. One produced paranoia--I lay in my bed with a succession of horrible images--concentration camp pictures, a child running burning with napalm, all the horrible pictures I had ever seen kept flashing in front of me.

I was quite successful in my career...promoted to Division Chief, and in charge of the new SDR Division--Special Drawing Rights, a new form of international money. I was probably the world's greatest expert on SDRs. Much good it did me...