Dear Alex,

Thank you for your reminder of Winnie's birthday.

It's 2 p.m. and Margaret ist still asleep. I haven't had a 
chance to change her and she's had nothing to eat or drink today,
so far. But she had plenty yesterday.

This morning, Janet was driven back to Sharon by Laura. 
This time her leave-taking of me was very affectionate
and as I reflect on the turmoil of the past few days, I
begin to understand that the main ingredient was my feeling
that Janet reciprocated my love for her with dislike of me.
Whether that has really changed, remains to be seen, but for now
I permit myself to be enchanted by the irony of the lines
in that epitome of American musical culture Clementine:
How I miss her, how I miss her, how I miss my Clementine,
Then I kissed her little sister - and forgot my Clementine.
When judgment day comes, I shall have a lot to answer for.

Love, Jochen