APDFfter returning from the airport at 4:30a.m. on Tuesday, I didn't go back
to bed. Instead I assembled and bound Herman's medical records for Jeane's
lawyers, then took two three pound packages to the post office. I fell asleep 
sitting at the computer once or twice, but not for long. In the afternoon I 
emptied the metal bookshelves in the Connection, making perhaps twenty trips 
into the basement with a fully filled canvas bag. It was tiring but uneventful.
There was room for the books on the shelves I had put up for Margrit's books.
I put the boxes of letters that had been in the train room, on the shelves
in the Connection. They are neat and accesible and I'm pleased with the result.

I went to bed at ten thirty, but slept only intermittenly and lightly inspite
of the long day. This morning my back and hips were so stiff I had trouble
getting up out of bed; this afternoon I'm more limber, but not quite young
again.

I decided not to go to Lisbon this week, but to prepare for the trip to
Konnarock. When or even whether I will ultimately go, I'm not sure. Anyway,
I'll meet you at the airport Friday afternoon, if you'll let me know by
e-mail where and when.

I hope you are content and well.