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Washington, D.C.
Monday, Sept.21, '42.
I didn't bring a top coat with me and I could have used one this morning - it must have been in the low 50's. But it was invigorating to walk to work in the clear cool autumn air and I felt like a new man, far better than in the sultry heat of last week.

Spent the day cleaning my desk fairly well. Stevenson came in and I had to help him on straightening out the G.E. SPAB clean-up. He was almost apologetic about asking me to get some information from Erie. Everyone seemed somewhat concerned over what C.E. Wilson's entrance into WPB would do to me and actually seemed glad to hear he had resigned from the Company as that meant he would have no jurisdiction over me any more as far as G.E. goes.

[[red pencilled checkmark and bullet point]] Charlie [[red underlined]]Whitehead was back[[/red underlined]] looking tanned and well after his vacation and took us up to his suite at the Mayflower for [[red underlined]]drinks[[/red underlined]] before dinner. I refrained on account of my bladder trouble which is much better but not entirely gone yet; I took 5 more pills today. We had dinner at Harvey's and I was back at the Carlton at 10PM feeling I had rather wasted the evening [[red underline]]75%[[/red underline]] of which was taken up with drinking in which I did not participate. I took a lot of [[red underline]]ribbing[[/red underline]] about what a terrific bender I must have been on over the weekend, etc. and [[red underline]]I finally told Vic I had a mild bladder infection.[[/red underline]] However, I went to bed satisfied I had really accomplished something - it was a really tough temptation to let some 5 drinks pass by without touching one of them. I think I'll lay off for a few days and then ease back in very gradually and hold it down low anyhow. In spite of all, I had a headache - my new glasses I expect.