November 9, 1983 Bimford, Jr. is six months old today. Since I gave up the last puppy, the house seems barnlike in its emptiness. I mentioned the fact to Bimford.
His glance was speculative. "I have some money saved. Want a tridiversion wall?"
I was horrified. "Whatever for?"
He shrugged. "Maybe you'd like to go to the library. Get something to read."
I considered. "Perhaps I will," I said. "There isn't much for me to do, hang diapers and push buttons. Automation has almost completely eliminated the housewife's traditional chores."
I left Bimford, Jr. with Mother and walked to the library. I asked the librarian to show me about.
"What are you interested in?" she inquired.
"I don't know," I replied. "Do you have any good recent works on chemistry or perhaps nuclear physics?"
She raised her eyebrows but conducted me to the proper shelf. After finding several interesting volumes, I also checked out a volume on cookery for Bimford. His hot chocolate doesn't improve, despite nightly practice.