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June 17

     Today, just enough of the novelty of

things wore off to make it drag a little.

I got everything done too quickly and

just sat around inbetween jobs. Mr.

Jones the purchasing manager was late

with getting his mail in too, so I didn't

get home very early.

   I was kind of tired and it felt

good to "just" come home and lie

around without having to push a

conversation along. I was snugly tucked

in bed by ten and went to sleep soon

afterwards.

     I got a letter from Bill Boyd expecting

it to be specific as to when he'll arrive

in New York, but although its perks were

most satisfactory, its lack of definite

information was obvious, so – once more

I'll wait on pins and needles until

he actually arrives in New York and

does call me. Sounds good though!