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(Early in the morning, Jane said, she had successfully managed to imagine herself back at 458 West Water Street, cleaning the place, washing the windows inside and out, very agilely climbing about—doing all of those things she’d loved to do, even to hosing down the house from the outside. But when she tried to picture herself doing the same things at 1730 Pinnacle, she didn’t do nearly as well. “Things got all muddy.” We thought this meant that 458 had many more pleasant connotations for her than did 1730 Pinnacle, our current residence.

(Saturday, also, the nurses told us that it’s now been decided by administration that all the people who were moved out of Surgical 3 are now to be moved back first of the week. The plan to close down the unit failed. Everybody’s mad—the doctors, the nurses, the patients, the nurses, the aides.

(Today was another quiet day for us. Jane’s body is evidently off doing its own thing, or some such, I said. Or maybe it plain wants to rest from all of the activities it’s initiated since last October 9. Either way, we’ll find out what’s up.

(4:04 PM. Jane had a cigarette. How interesting, I said, to have new improvements to look forward to! What would they be? Jane didn’t know either. She had me rub those certain spots on her neck that can send her head flying against the pillow—but when I found them there was hardly any reaction at all. Truly, her body wanted to do things in its own way. “Quit pushing it,” I finally said, about her neck. “The body doesn’t want to do that right now....”