February 19, 1932

Fri., 19  Some sunshine. Morning devotions.  Bennington Banner & Driftwind have something of mine, but the things that oppress are the ones who reject. I cannot expect roses in January, or all plain sailing. Write Helen Fisher. My letter to her has gone astray. The bird is here a long time. These waves of depression are partly due to my physical condition. I am taking a severe cold & can not go to sleep as usual. Lillian Lewis calls. Mr. Day forgets to bring our milk.

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