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(Loren and Betts visited me from about 10:30 AM until 11:45. We had a very pleasant time, and Betts brought a jar of jam and some salad for Jane. We talked about Jane’s illness, our insurance challenges, money in general and the medical profession in particular. I said what I thought in a mild way, but I could tell that often they didn’t really understand what I was saying—though at times Betts surprised me a little by agreeing with me.

(I described my vivid dream of last night—in which I’d been rummaging through a bunch of items on the top shelf of our refrigerator. I routed out a number of tall cans of cat food of various brands that had been hidden at the back of the shelf, behind the other stuff. The cat foods were of various brands, the labels brightly colored. They’d been accumulating there for some time, I knew.

(3:35. Mary, the head nurse, came into empty Jane’s Foley. She got Jane some ginger ale on ice and asked Jane to try to drink more. I worked on mail. Jane had her vitals taken—temperature, 99.1—a little high, she said—from 4:10 to 4:15. Our clock on the TV had stopped running at 4:00, so when I reset it we found out it was half an hour later than we’d thought. But Jane wanted to have a session.

(4:52 PM. It was time to turn Jane, and we spent the rest of our time together in our usual routine—massage with Oil of Olay, nap and TV, supper, smokes, dessert and prayer. I left at 7:10. Jane had done well, I told her.