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Now, things have changed somewhat. The sharp discomfort has gone. A few weeks ago he barely considered taking two steps in the kitchen, much less walking twice the length of the living room, or considering walking after dinner.

The fact that he is now thinking of walking after dinner is an obvious advance. His irritability is somewhat natural — but also based on the idea, still, that when he is laying down that is dead time (with amusement), or useless time, enforced inactivity. It would help, of course, if he reminded himself that his creative mind is at work whether or not he is aware of it, and regardless of what he is doing, and that such periods have the potential, at least, of accelerating creativity, if he allows his intellect to go into a kind of free drive at such times. You might have him become more aware of when he actually becomes tired, or uncomfortable, so that he does lay down then.

The walking after dinner would be excellent, of course — the idea being, however, that if he became uncomfortable from sitting that he lie on the bed, perhaps before watching television for the evening.

Nap–dinner.

7 o’clock and dinner where there are boats close by. [...]

(“Never went to dinner at 7 PM.”)

(“We discussed going to dinner several times at Warry’s Green Shutters Inn, but decided against it because they specialized in Italian food, and Bill doesn’t like it.”)

[...] Front porch— (Orlene[?]) Nap—dinner.

[...] I left behind in 330 two complete trays for Christmas dinner. [...]

(The food tasted fine—much better than Thanksgiving dinner had, and we enjoyed it without eating a whole lot. [...]

While Rob went shopping, I did some mail and on his return we fixed a roast chicken dinner, put it in the oven and took a nap. We hardly tasted the dinner because two “fans” came just as Rob set the chicken on the table. [...]

[...] Then I began to serve dinner to these people, started counting how many to be served, and got a bit confused because there were more people than I’d counted on.... [...]

Cocktails earlier (pause), and dinner, with a woman in a restaurant. Your Howard Johnson’s. The dinner costing $4.75. (Pause.) The dinner was of a business-mixed-with-social affair. [...]

[...] On phone a man makes appointment to take me to dinner to discuss giving me an excellent position but I can’t hear him properly and got to another office to check time, etc. [...]

[...] Then instantly I forgot the entire thing, both incidents, until dinner. [...]

[...] Long pause.) For Boston, a dinner for five, and a package will arrive.

[...] As far as we can remember, no dinner for five worked out re the Boston trip. [...]

Their dinner comes to $7.95. [...]

[...] In the letter Bill dwells upon a dinner attended by himself, Wendell Crowley, and several other old friends of mine; the dinner being held just a few days ago; at this dinner Wendell mentioned my availability to Bill Ward for free-lance artwork, and this in turn led Bill to ask me to help him out.

(Bill Ward’s letter accompanying the artwork mentioned his recent attendance at a dinner gathering of many of the group of friends we worked with in the early 1940’s. Oddly enough, the last letter I received from Wendell Crowley, in May 1966, also described a similar event.)

[...] Dinners out, and so forth. [...]

The plan evolved as to dinners and outings was only adopted by Ruburt as an emergency measure, but in your particular circumstances a modified version of this plan would serve as a steady and constant safety measure. [...]

(I’d ordered a turkey dinner to go with Jane’s. They weren’t bad, although my pie was left off the order. [...]

[...] We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. [...]

[...] He took a shower instead of going directly to work, put food in the oven, worked another ½ hour, and yet found himself by dinner time with nearly ten pages of new material.

After dinner he wrote several more pages. [...]

[...] If you believe that the body is evil, the purest health-food diet will or may do you little good at all, while if you have a healthy desire and respect for your physical body, a diet of TV dinners, and even of fast foods, may well keep you healthy and nourished.

[...] And in the meantime, make a habit yourself of asking, as you did this evening, about walking after dinner. [...]

[...] The brief letter commented favorably on Seagull, and invited Dick to dinner in Washington, DC. [...]

(Eleanor said Mr. Andrews is on the White House staff, and the letter is President Nixon’s way of inviting Dick to dinner with him.