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(Saturday afternoon it was Fred Conyers from Denver, CO. [See the attached copy.] Sunday afternoon it was Gene Lang from NYC. This afternoon it was Mr. Lewis from Honolulu. The visitors arrived as though on schedule. Intertwined with these events were many others in recent days: The john in the cellar bathroom backed up and flooded part of the floor; I had to call the plumber—who’s been here and gone. I developed an intermittent, bothersome toothache. Christine came to clean the house. I typed the brief session for last Friday night. I went to the dentist, and shopping, and the drugstore and the bank. Marguerite Bumbalo visited, and Ellsbeth, and Frank Longwell [twice]. I worked on the budget. I bought some food, but need to go back for more. I also have to buy vitamins yet. With all of this activity, I’ve managed to get in just one-and-one-half hours of work on the preface for Dreams, during the last three days.

(Sometimes I wonder if I’m supposed to work on Dreams these days at all—whether it may not be a project whose time is not yet for either Jane or me. Today I speculated about just laying the book aside for six months or a year while we get other things straightened out. I got so tired wondering about it all that I napped for 20 minutes before supper—all I could salvage out of the usual hour’s naptime.