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Even my headache disappeared and I returned to the hotel much satisfied with how I had worked it all out - or perhaps I should say how I had steered it right to begin with and then it had worked itself out from there.

Boston
Sunday, Sept. 10, 1939.
Compared to yesterday, today was rather much of a nightmare.  Trying to emulate yesterday, I called the Goggins this morning to invite them to dinner with me.  Marion said Roy wasn't home yet from Erie but she expected him this afternoon - wouldn't I come out there for dinner? This was a case where I simply didn't want to accept their hospitality again until I could return some past debts so I said I might take the boat ride to Buzzard's Bay as long as Roy wasn't back - might phone them this afternoon or this evening.

I did go down to take the boat trip, thinking a Sunday trip might be okay, but I just missed the boat, having had my leaving times balled up.  So I returned to the hotel, read the paper - depressing with war, war, war - got a sandwich, went to the movies, return to hotel, a lonely drink on the roof, dinner at Child's, a lonely evening here in the room.  Altogether it has been a lonesome aimless day, but it has given me a chance to do some thinking this evening - some thinking I say is going to start me off on a new and better order of things in my personal life.  Beginning now, things are going to be what I have long wanted!