Dear Alex,

Thank you for your affectionate letter, which I didn't notice until
after I had mailed my letter to Peter, of which I sent you a copy.
Please don't feel sorry for me. I'm ashamed to write I don't feel
bad, and I'm ashamed to write I feel bad; and I don't know which 
would be true. The work that I must do, taking care of Margaret,
preserves what little sanity I have left.

Please feel free to telephone if you wished. My problem will be
that I don't know what to say, except that I give you my love.
Margaret has started to snore. I hope this means that she is sleeping
soundly, beyond distress.

Love, Jochen