Friday, March 16, 1945

Phyllis made pancakes for breakfast!!! Woke up feeling too low to speak to anybody. No reason - just awful foreboding that Jimmie wouldn't come. As the day wore on, I felt better, wondering what train the boys would take. Had a good radio show with Jack - delivered four green and white birthday cakes. Showed Mrs. Murray some fascinating drawings of one patient's - surrealistic, powerful, medically inspired things, and she devoted the PM to him. It's times like that in which I feel occasionally useful. Visited with the boys - then heard the saddening news, Jimmie has a 30 day extension on D.S. and won't be here on Monday when the others come. If he calls I'll feel better, and I want him to be in London if he wants to. I can see him there - if he wants to. It's wonderful for him to stay there, and I hope they keep him so he can do his "3 jobs": movies, shows, and band. But I am miserable not seeing him. Jack says he is going to devote all his time to raising my spirits.