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147 January 31 Wed. 8:15 P.M. My dearest darling: This has been one of those hellish days. When I feel ready to give up, but know I won't. It's been raining all day, and I've had no mail. Wendy has been screeching and getting her food spattered all over herself, the high chair and me. Poor little honey, she misses her outings, and so do I. She is awfully cunning, and I do love her even when she feels ornery. I think it's hard too for Wendy and me to be so dependent on each other. If you were home, you would be doing some things for her, and I would be free to do things for you. It's not that I don't enjoy every minute of caring for her - it's just that I can understand how much better balanced we’d be if you were here with us. This evening I walked downtown to pick up the enclosed pictures, and some others I'm mailing in a separate envelope. Yes - me walking around all alone at night! I just had to get out - air myself, and get collected. Felt better when I got back - stopped [pg 2] at the Bensons to tell them I had returned and chatted for a few minutes. That was a mistake, because Walter started talking very pessimistically about the future. I don't know whether they are trying to paint an overly black picture for the men going out, or whether there is some truth in what they say. There isn't anything to write about - Wendy and I haven't done anything all day, but clean house and bake a batch of cookies - then mummy proceeded to eat many too many - Bob Falk just phoned and said to be sure and say hello to you. Jane and young Jeanie are arriving on the 19th, and he's still trying to find a place. Golly, but I'm jealous, after this break something good ought to come our way. I'm reading Ernie Pyle's ‘Here is Your War’ and enjoying it. Am looking forward to his soon promised reports from the Pacific. Guess I'll go to bed - the days seem to be dragging along no matter how busy I try to keep. I love you darling so much, and think of you and want you all the time. Please come home- Bobby
