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(Jane and I discussed the above data at breakfast the morning after the session. [...]

[...] I’ve taken to using the pendulum in the morning after breakfast and last thing at night before going to bed. [...]

Some improvements, again, have begun, barely noticed: the additional mobility in the morning, when a short while ago Ruburt would sit for an hour or more after breakfast while you brought him his second cup of coffee. [...]

(At breakfast Jane said that later today she wanted to have a short session if at all possible. [...]

Other people, in a well-meaning attempt to watch their weight, skip their breakfasts entirely — a very poor procedure. [...]

[...] Each time the symptoms would return; today, after breakfast, then lunch, etc., so that we spent the whole day coping with them. [...]

[...] Pete didn’t call, and I didn’t do a damned thing except get up, clean up, get the paper and feed the cats, eat breakfast and go to work marking up Chapter 4 of Dreams, which I finished typing a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] [Jane’s breakfast was what she usually gets, though.] She ate enough lunch to get full, after I’d gotten her ice cream, butter, and milk. [...]

(Last night had been very cold — it was still 5 below when I got up at 6:30 a.m. After breakfast I ran the car to do several errands, getting the budget bills ready to mail, and so forth. [...]

[...] But after breakfast this morning Jane’s temperature was down to 95.5. This was after she’d been given a pill to lower her temperature artificially. [...]

[...] Jane ate little lunch, though she said she did better with breakfast. [...]

(Jane didn’t eat much breakfast, except cereal, because the young girl who fed her couldn’t properly present the bacon and eggs, for some reason; Cathy’s sister. [...]

[...] She’d eaten well for breakfast, too. [...]

(Then she told me about a new nurse who fed her breakfast and made her mad by talking about Jane’s going to “another facility.” [...]

(I worked on answering Christmas cards for half an hour after breakfast, and will have to adopt some sort of system like that to get caught up on the fan mail. [...]

[...] I didn’t read the session to her right after breakfast. [...]

[...] Countering gentle, imaginative exercises would help here, not involving getting up per se, however; to see himself dressed and in excellent spirits, serving your breakfast for example—not necessarily the following morning, but simply to entertain the pleasant image.

[...] They took blood just for the thyroid, though, after breakfast. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

I will not keep you until breakfast. [...]