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locomotive industry under war conditions to come. I wouldn't attempt to forecast accurately what my immediate future will be. I think Stevenson and Charlie may compromise on 3 days a week indefinitely [[strikethrough]]of[[/strikethrough]] or maybe full time to Dec. or Jan 1st. But no one can tell. I shall try not to worry about it. 

This has been as hot and humid a day as I remember anywhere. This afternoon I nearly exhausted myself cutting the tough lawn filled with autumn "crab grass." Then I played catch with Rog and unfortunately sprained my left thumb reaching for a high fast one. On top of all this, my bladder trouble has returned seriously in the past couple of days, brought on by a slight cold I think, so today I took the sulfa pills that cured Willie. The first results this noon were good but this afternoon the trouble was bad as ever, and this evening with a dismal thunder storm raging and due to go to Luthers, my finger aching terribly and so sensitive I could barely touch it, I felt about as discouraged as I have in a long time. But I thought of last night and my pledge to carry on for the children and I kept going, drinking a lot of water and trying to keep cheerful. It bore results - when I went to bed I was better, a lesson. 

En route to Washington
Sunday, Sept. 20, '42.
This morning it was 54° and drizzling steadily. I was much better and kept up my water drinking. Rog worked on his new shanty behind the garage and i helped him some but my finger was swollen and sore. His place is very out of line as he has done it all himself but I have never commented on that. Today he said, looking at it critically, "Daddy, it is sort of -- well, it is just a shack, isn't it?" I praised him and his building it practically singlehanded.