Feb. 14, 1945
Your letters and cards are pounced on as soon as they come to the door.
So you had a good time at Wells' home. You might tell him that I have had a letter from Knopf that the book will be out on April 9. That is quite a relief as manufacturing difficulties are tremendous especially in the United States, and are accounting for many postponements.
I sent off the presentation copy to Julia and mother is sending one to Wilma today.
The weather here is terrible. It snowed again last night bringing the snowfall already to the record limit for the whole winter. The car has remained in the garage since the first fall in December. Last week I put some blocks and boxes under the axle to relieve pressure on the tires. It will be a relief to get a spurt of mild weather so that some of the snow will melt. Mother and I will then take in a few shows to counteract the feeling of internment.
We light a paper-and-cardboard fire every night about ten o'clock. Dorothy rattles off the day's news before retiring and then I go to bed to dream about the next morning's breakfast with porridge and Brer Rabbit molasses. I take my little Haliver pill and so does Dorothy. I insist on her taking one daily. I tried to insist on mother going through the same procedure but she gave me such a look that I experienced a profound sense of something wrong about the house an atmospheric tension as if the barometer were going down spiritually. I gave up even referring to Haliver oil, and now I take a pill surreptitiously, and put Dorothy's under her plate when mother isn't looking. Enough of this.