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March 1, 1973
Dear Mother:

I received these little note papers from one of the Indian charity organizations, and though I am not about to be charitable, I thought some of them could at least be made useful. Most, however, have an inappropriate message, like "Happy Birthday" or "Get Well", but I may just use them anyway, so don't take the messages seriously.

It is getting Marchlike in weather -- windy and clear, with occasional rainstorms -- and I must say I welcome warmer weather. Nothing much is going on, except a little stupidity on the part of Connie's boss (Connie and Maureen are my two office mates, although only Connie and I take dictation), which obliged her to unstuff and restuff about 300 envelopes, after the boss had seen her stuff them in the envelopes he then decided he didn't like; lately he had a whole letter redone to a boxful of people, involving new envelopes as well. That idiot thought nothing of it, but each of these tasks wastes many hours of work, as well as being irritating. One of the few things I've sort of instituted here is helping out, probably because I don't have much to do and 

Just a line to keep in touch

Because you're on my mind so much, 

And though I've nothing new to say,

You'll know I thought of you today.

get bored. So I started helping everybody out, and they reciprocated when I was burdened. It does make work a little more civilized. Well, back to it. 

Love,
Doris