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(Margaret Bumbalo called this morning and invited me over for supper this evening. I got to room 330 at 1:05. The staff people had had a lunch of chicken wings and pizza, which I’d told them to order, treat on me. The pizza was delicious, but it turned out that the wings were prepared with a hot sauce, meaning hot peppers, that not everyone could enjoy, Jane and I among them. Jane brought in two slices of pizza—so I forgot to bring them home with me at 7:05 PM tonight....

(Jane did well turning on her back for lunch, and she had a good lunch too. At 3:30 she started to read the session material from the last two days, but had considerable trouble doing so. She finally finished the part of the session for the day before yesterday, but by then couldn’t manage yesterday’s material, so I laid aside the mail and read it to her.

(Jane kept complaining that her right middle ribs were bothering her this afternoon—so much so that I finally wedged a sponge under her rib cage. This seemed to help a lot. She thought the discomfort stemmed from a bandage on one of her decubiti in that region. I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. I hadn’t noticed it when I turned Jane on her back at 1:10, for I always did this from the other side of the bed. A reddish welt had risen on Jane’s back as a result of the prolonged pressure, but she began to feel better immediately I discovered what had happened.

(Late in the afternoon Jane said she’d have a session after all—I’d thought she was going to pass it up today, since neither one of us seemed at their best. I was more than happy to get out my paper and pen at my wife’s suggestion. Her Seth voice was good, but not all that loud. The door to 330 was half-open, but I didn’t even get up to close it before Seth came through. I could hear the usual traffic moving past, or stopping outside to wait for the elevators while Seth was speaking. Jane wasn’t bothered at all.)

Remind him once again that the conscious mind cannot know of all of the body’s interior actions. And remind him once again of the material I gave him concerning the roles of the conscious and unconscious minds. Remind him also that the so-called unconscious mind is indeed highly conscious—but in a different area of activity—and it knows what it is doing.

Now I may or may not return, according to those rhythms of which I have spoken—but I am once again present whether or not I am speaking, and Ruburt can learn to taste his body’s full agility and motion.

(She wanted to be turned on her side at 4:25, in an unusual request for her—and that’s when I found the roll of tape that had been so aggravating since 1:10 PM. I massaged Oil of Olay into her feet, legs, arms and hands and neck. She ate well after I’d had a nap. Steve and Tracy called, and Jane said she’d see them. Jane ate well for supper. I left at 7:05 after going through the prayer but once with her. Lorrie and Cathy came in to do her dressings, cutting the prayer short. Jane called me at about 9:50, for the first time in a long while. Margaret’s supper was delicious.)