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(The night had been very cold, and the temperature still was only 12 degrees above when I got to 330 this afternoon. Jane was okay. She’d gone to hydro this morning, and had her catheter changed at about 11:00 when it wouldn’t irrigate any more. I told her she’d received at the house a big vase of iris-like flowers from Larry Allen Hummer. I hadn’t received any calls from Pete or anybody else, which I hardly expected anyhow. Probably no action on business affairs until after the holidays, which suits me fine.

(Yesterday I finally remembered to tell Jane about another vivid dream I’d had last week. In this one I’d moved into an apartment down on West Water near the downtown section. I saw a nice big studio-type room, quite bare with polished wood. But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. No noise was involved. I’d connected those people with old beliefs.

(After lunch, and I’d done a little mail, Jane and I exchanged some of our gifts for each other. I gave her the hair barrettes, combs and other accoutrements, which I was pleased to see she liked, and she gave me a vest which Debbie had picked up for her, and an umbrella which Margaret Bumbalo had picked up for her. Unfortunately, the vest was too tight to button, and the umbrella couldn’t be properly folded up, once opened, for storage; I finally figured why after fussing with it for half an hour, and after a bit of a struggle I got it collapsed and tied so it couldn’t open up. Jane was irritated by then, and I’d almost forgotten how I’d laughed when I first opened up the package. A nice idea, and I could have used such a shelter last week, all right.

(“It’s me.”