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Monday, January 16, 1911
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After getting home from that ship at one this morning, I tell you I was some tired today. That's the last time I stay up late while I'm out here. Surest thing you know. 

Turned over the office to Vining today, and now I'm leading a life of ease this week. It's fine to loll around and watch him work, I don't mind telling you. 

Well, March can't [[?]] around any too quickly now. 

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Tuesday, January 17, 1911
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The year's crop of birthdays has commeneced. Hers today and his'n tomorrow. I'll bet a hat the next ones won't find us out here. 

Went out to the [[Mnazi?]] Moja today and had a game of tennis. Before that W. and I went to the Agency for tea, - firsts time I'd met Ms. Clarke. She is a brilliant woman, and about 99 1/2 % of him, I guess. 

I'm enjoying the week's loaf, and haven't the least desire to get to Mombasa.