July 31, 1944

Monday Night

Dearest Sweetheart;

Besides being awfully busy making calls this morning and spending the afternoon registering patients at the VD clinic, I have to develop the cramps. Tomorrow I am not going to go to work; it’s useless to push myself around on days when I am entertaining my “biological handicap”. I plan to spend the day in bed and catch up on some reading. Don’t you think I’m terrible? If my work involved sitting down all day, I wouldn’t shrink my responsibilities, but since I have to climb all those hills on Fillmore Street, I shall go on a one day sit-down strike. You will gather that I’ve thought this over in my mind very carefully before reaching a decision, hence I’ve devoted three-fourths of this letter to a subject which by nature is extremely dull to you!

Tomorrow night I shall stay late at the Office and work on my case study which is due in just a week. Most of my work will have to be done “after hours”, as it is against the rules to remove the records from their files. Around eight o’clock I’m going out to Leona’s to stay for the night. Remember my telling you about moving? I still want to, however, when the shine in this room as it did today, I have to ask myself if I’m sure I want to move; after all, there are so many pleasant memories connected with this old room---you and the front windows where you drove up in front—the green chair—my college days where I did all my studying!

XXXXXX Sentimental, huh?

Berna Lou