To rotate the image, hold down SHIFT and ALT on your keyboard, and then click and drag on the page.
Lord, I'm tired! This was Thursday and
I dislike Thursdays with a purple passion:
classes from 8-12 with one hour out
for marketing, which was unimpressive,
as we dashed all over town trying to
buy white potatoes (among other thing’s) and
were finally convinced that you can't
get them anywheres. Such food problems!
It was too cold for archery so we went for
a brisk hike through the woods; I did
some philosophy; and then we went swimming.
At work, I made a notebook for Miss Johnson
and went crazy, punching holes and making
indices. She gave me two fifteen minute
reliefs though, which was lovely of her.
On top of everything else, this morning from
1-3 our john overflowed and Dean Lambert, the
night watchman and plumber tried to fix it.
Such excitement! What else can happen!
I had an awfully cute letter from Bill
Brennan – he’s so swell!