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(Jane didn’t call last night. It was only 10 above when I got up. I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. Both dogs belong to a neighbor.

(Jane wanted to be turned at once when I got to 330, since she’d been on her side since returning from hydro at 11:00. I was late because I’d stopped at the post office.

(She was gloomy and afraid. She’d had a pain in her side lying there, and was afraid that it was something serious — but when I put her on her back she began to feel better, and thought the pain might only be from gas. Yet her mood persisted through lunch — of which she ate little, by the way. When I asked her if she was up to her old tricks, she said, “I know what I’m doing — but that doesn’t mean I can’t goof up once in a while.”

(2:45. She put on lipstick and looked quickly at herself in the mirror. After that she was still very quiet as she had a smoke and I did mail. At 3:30 she started reading yesterday’s session, and did fairly well considering her mood. She was interrupted by Carla taking her temperature — 98.3.

(Now Jane corrected the quotation she’d received from Seth as I was leaving last night, and that I’d tried to remember: “The way toward health is simplicity itself. You can make plans for the future, but do not worry about the future. Live each day.” Besides being excellent advice, I’m citing the quote here because it triggered the opening lines of the session today.)

(Long pause.) Ruburt had a dream with excellent connotations, in which he looked through a beautiful old house of lovely carved wood and spacious rooms, and decided to move into the house, even though it was in an area that had previously nearly been condemned — signifying that he was indeed rising from beliefs that he condemned into a larger, spacious area of expression.

(Jane had ginger ale and a few puffs. “If you hadn’t asked, he was going to say something about your parenthood thing,” she said. We talked about how strange it was that no one had been in yet to take her blood pressure and pulse — not that it would have mattered if they weren’t taken. Resume at 4:40.)

(4:45 p.m. I read the session to Jane. I told her it was so good I was going to make an extra copy to keep before me in the writing room. I read it to her again at 6:55 p.m. I’d been thinking about it ever since it ended.

(Jane called at 9:45 this evening, with Carla’s help, as I was finishing this session. It’s mighty cold out.)