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#125 Friday 2 Feb. 8:45 pm My dearest darling, I had decided to take an evening off and go to a movie tonight when I was called to a meeting of higher ups regarding the matter I spoke of as being likely to give us here some publicity. As it turns out, it may appear as reflected glory rather than as directly credited to the powers that be on this island, but you’re certain to read something about it. This will all sound like nonsense to you now and I'm not urging you to guess what it's about, but only to be on the lookout for it. It's not a matter which I initiated in the first place but is one with which I've been more directly concerned than anyone else from the beginning. Sweetie, I want to write more but I slept badly last night - mosquito bites, a little fungus I've picked up in an embarrassing place (easy to get rid of, but itches like the devil while you have it) and the responsibility of being on duty - so I'll get in what I can before mail time in the morning. Saturday 7:30 am Goodmorning, sweetie - This morning I woke up at quarter to five to find myself scratching where I shouldn't and after I’d partially satisfied that urge and brought the rest of it under control, [pg 2] I found I couldn't go back to sleep again. But, finding myself thinking of you in many little ways, I was soon reconciled to wakefulness. Last night I washed out your socks myself (having worn them for the first time two or three days previously), not caring to trust them to the laundry here, especially since they would mark them in large stenciled letters. Other little things that remind me of you which I may not have mentioned - the ash tray you sent for Christmas (have lots of others around, but none as handy) - the little glasses, out of one of which I had a nip of Benedictine last night (when I also poured some of it into a small bottle to send you the next time I get a box off) - your California poppies at the school - they appeared above ground in about 3 days. Mail has been very sparse recently (for everybody) and I must have a batch coming to me soon. This morning is bright, crisp and lovely - when I woke up first it was barely too cool for lying awake under only a sheet - and I had to pull up the light blue Navy bedspread which I've inherited from somebody who's left (it was probably swiped from Officers’ quarters in Pearl, to begin with). I got up a little earlier than usual, feeling wide-awake and cheerful, and took my time with shaving and a shower. Usually I shave before lunch and shower before dinner. Time to go to work. Love you! Warren
