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(However, her knees appear to be swinging back and forth even better, which is an excellent sign, and she can still sleep lying on her left side. Her decubiti continue to worsen, though, and I wonder what the limits are here. A new spot is opening up on her lower back, and I can tell that it’s caused by pressure against a pelvic ridge —and, ironically, I think, it could have gotten its start because she exerts new pressure on that spot from lying on her side.... Today I went back to applying peanut oil massage to her knees and wrists and knuckles. We haven’t used the vitamins, or cod liver oil, for several days now, and as usual I feel a sense of frustration over this, coupled with an unsureness as to whether any such routine should be too rigidly adhered to. But I regret seeing what may be chances of help being passed by, and these feelings are, I’m afraid, based on our lack of specific knowledge.

It can be frightening, but he is conquering that with your help.

The vitamin C is particularly helpful. So are the oils, but anything that adds further trauma to a meal should be avoided. You are both doing well, however, in your determination to go ahead into new freedoms—discovering, finally, that the universe does indeed (underlined) lean in your direction.

(Long pause at 8:35.) I want you to keep your minds open, however, also, not to automatically dismiss any move to Sayre or environs, but to see yourselves supported in whatever moves you make. Once again, the energy you are releasing will be showing itself in other areas in both your work and dealings with others. I bid you then a fond good evening.

(“I’m quite interested in the Fred Conyers affair. I don’t know whether you want to go into it now, but I’d like to know more about it if you care to comment.”)

(She had been quite restless last night. I’d put her on the commode twice, just as I’d done the night before. Our sleep patterns have been quite chaotic, although we seem to be getting along okay. I suppose the evening situation accounts in part for her sleeping during the day, but I also think more is involved.

(I was amused during the visit to learn that “two little old ladies, one who’s interested in your stuff and one who’s a skeptic,” waited in the car in the driveway while Michaellen and I talked under the porch light. She sat in one of the porch chairs while I stood up so I could move about and keep warm. Every so often whoever was driving the car would start it up so the heater would go on. But in the dark night I could see only the hood of the little car, and never the two old ladies. The car could have been sitting there running itself as far as any other signs of life were concerned. We talked so long the two ladies must have become quite impatient waiting.... Michaellen and I embraced and kissed as she said goodbye, and I wondered what her companions thought of such behavior between strangers, right out there under the light.

(Note: The letter from David Butts arrived today, but I haven’t read it yet.)