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The door sounds like a good idea. 

We haven't much news to sepak of. Just the same old round. The only new thing I can think of is my experiment with brains. I tried to cook them, that is. I tried two different ways, with hollandaise sauce and with tomato sauce. They tasteed first like hollandaise sauce and second, like tomato sauce. I don't think they are repulsive, neither are they a luxury. When I mentioned cooking them in the office, people said I should have tried sweetbreads, which I will do the next time I go to the fine meat market in town. Besides having most of the remains of the carcasses of cattle, sheep and pigs, they have greatly reduced [[strikethrough]] b [[/strikethrough]] prices and quick, even hasty service. Their quality is o.k.; they are able to lower prices by using milk cattle instead of beef cattle, I'm told. 

Our cat Penelope has the habit of drinking from the tub faucet rather than out of her water dish. Especially when someone is in the bathroom, she will rush urgently up to the bathroom door, stand up against it, and mew piteously. I guess she likes spring water. 

So much for now. 

Love, 

Doris