1947 (Thursday) – When I arose this morning I found all of our pipes were frozen. It was two-thirty in the afternoon before a plumber got here, he thawed them out with electricity. It didn’t take him but a few minutes. It surely was good to have running water again. Seemed like I didn’t accomplish much today.
I typed thirteen poems for Jean Snader, sending them to her in a loose leaf binder. I also wrote a letter to her. It is her birthday Sunday. She is certainly getting a lot of experience in her nursing course and she seems to enjoy it.
Loony Lunts and Company 