October 26, 1943

Tuesday noon

My Dear,

It’s raining now and everything seems so dark and miserable – just the type of day one needs to settle down with a good and wild book. Mips will be out about 6:30 and after dinner will go back to Berkeley.

Have you had your pictures made yet? Would like to have it by Christmas, or even Easter! Sweetheart, I want to look at you, as you are now; morning and night. Then It’s just closer to you. Just think [edited for content].

So far, my grades have been Psych.-B; Ed.110-B, which is good enough for me! What do you think? Thursday is registration day for next semester; I want to buy some books, too, before the rush gets on. Sometimes I wish it were next year this time. What do you think of my going home for a couple months vacation a year from Thanksgiving?

Well, Darling, as much as I love you, I’m running low on something to say. Margaret suggested I might tire you how lagged we all are! Glen is on serving shift, and right now he’s printing my book stuff. Remember when I told you I bought it!

Love, Me