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(I left work in the writing room at about 8:45 to see how Jane was doing at the card table in the living room. I’d heard her talking to herself, presumably while dreaming in her chair. She had been sleeping, I discovered. I felt guilty at leaving her alone while I worked on the preface notes for Dreams after supper. We’d had interruptions today—the plumber had had to return to again clean out the sewer line, Jane’s nurse had been here, Peg Gallagher had called, I’d taken time to write Nancy Overton a letter, and so forth.

(As far as the Sayre moving idea goes, I told Jane, I didn’t know what to think or say. The idea of uprooting our entire lives at this time seems far out—especially, I told her, when she couldn’t even go with me to look at houses. If in a couple of months, say, she is able to accompany me to look at houses, I’ll be delighted. As it is, I don’t understand how I’m to get any work done, help Jane, handle business affairs, change even my driver’s license, and move all at the same time. This, all after we’ve found a suitable place and have sold our house in Elmira on 1730 Pinnacle Road.