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Pat and I were awakened at 11:00 a.m.
by a combination of one dog, named Mickey,
hopping on the bed and one brother,
named Charles, blowing mock reveille
in our left ears. We improvised a
breakfast and then I came back to
the house. It was such fun and
I had a super time.
My old beat up cold has gotten
radically worse so I kind of
nursed it – and me – all afternoon
with time out for a nap. Danny
made me an orangeade and I
felt all coddled.
I studied Soc. and English Lit.
and mostly laughed with the kids.
Beth, Danny and Cary ganged up on my
"helplessness" – I was outnumbered.
Letters from Joanie, Bugs and
Armous. Joan is recuperating from
her chicken pox.