I woke up this morning kind of blurred, and got Irving and Steve to
come out and clean up the barn. They came and we worked there all
morning, and then went in for a swim. It was wounderful, the feel I
had when I got some clean clothes on and had the old dog[6] feeling
good. He is meditating over what a wounderful world it is now. The
stall smells sweet as a hay-stack.
Fred just got here and is working at your desk.
How was your morning? I never had a better one, and its the weary
old Sabbath, too.
Send for me soon now. It seems that it was a year since we have
been together. We can not do without each other. Send for me
_Soon_. I hold my hand high to you.
[6] The saddle horse.