Dear Marion,

Thank you very much for your letters. Having started with house-painting
in Virgnia, I'm now possessed of the house-painting demon, continuing in
Belmont, spending several hours decorating and preserving my MacMansion
on ladders at various heights each rainless day when I don't see patients.
The physical effort and the concentration devoted to safety, - the 
determination not to fall, - imparts an air of unreality to the rest of
the day spent at the computer.
 
Trying to confirm my memory, I've been reviewing our correspondence about
your visit(s) to Boston. If you decide to go to France, you will arrive
at Logan on Monday July 25, on Sun Country Flight 251, and I will meet
you at the airport. If you decide to go to France, you will return to
Logan NOT on Tuesday August 9, but on Thursday August 11, at 8:35 p.m. on 
Air France Flight #322, and I will again meet you at the airport. You 
will then stay with us in Belmont as long as you like, and perhaps drive 
with us to Virginia.  Please correct me if I am confused.

I think often about Margrit. If she had been in your situation and 
decided to go (to France), she would have berated me for worrying too
much. If she had been in your situation and decided not to go (to
France) she would have told me that she cancelled her trip as a favor
to me, in deference to my unreasonable anxiety.

Please let me know what _you_ decide.

Jochen