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(Tuesday. Last night I had a very interesting, and at the same time almost a bothersome dream: I dreamed that while I was with Margaret and Joe Bumbalo and their son John, I discovered I was a latent homosexual. I don’t know how I found out. Margaret said something to me like, “There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” as all of us sat on a swing on their front porch. In the dream also were an Oriental-looking mother, not too old, with a nice-looking daughter who had beautiful slanting eyes and a very quiet demeanor. It was the kind of dream one returns to several times, and I assume I’ve forgotten portions of it. When I got up at 6:15, with the dream still on my mind, I thought at first that it might have reincarnational overtones, yet I didn’t really think so.

(2:40. Susie visited us—walking without crutches. Her progress is amazing. She is now wearing her second cast, one of lightweight plastic.

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(For the rest of the afternoon, up until I left at 7:10, we followed our regular routine of turn, massage with Oil of Olay, nap, supper, TV and prayer. Jane did well. I told her that generally her whole bearing and the look of her body has improved a great deal. It’s obvious now that she’s putting on weight, and moving better. And better days are coming, that’s for sure.)