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364 (Just discovered that I wrote no letter #359) Sunday 4 Nov. 1945 6 pm Sweetie - You've got a lazy good-for-nothin' for a husband today - I was going to finish the present I'm making for you (the only one likely to be finished that I'm making all, or nearly all, myself); but lack of energy due to my cold (which is much better, thank you) and a beautiful day beginning in lazy fashion conspired to make me indulge in one of the few days of unadulterated loafing that I've put in here. Because the Sunday breakfast hour has been moved up to 8:15-9, meals now being served (beginning with this morning) on the porch of the officers’ mess - and because we could order our eggs anyway we wanted them - I decided to go to breakfast; a leisurely, thoroughly pleasant meal it was. About ten o'clock I went out with Art Fickling and Barry to look for cat's eyes, or rather to sun while they did so; I went in for a [pg 2] little while, then stripped and lay on a towel spread out on a large plank. I think I got just about as much as I could take without burning badly (I can still get a bad burn, of course, because even with a larger of light tan I'm not habituated to being in the sun fully exposed for any length of time. About noon we picked up and went exploring along back roads which were prohibited territory when I first came here, because of the presence of enemy soldiers, and which consequently I’d never seen; we visited a shrine amongst other places, and took a few pictures. Mon 8:05 Got caught short and haven't time to finish now. Love you, darling Warren
