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1949

[[strikethrough]] Monday [[/strikethrough]] Sunday evening.

Today rained hard and even all day and I was lucky to have work to do to keep me not thinking. I worked all day in the studio, did lots of work. I'm at home, ate steak as usual. I'd go to a movie but I'm tired (and it's raining)

Write me: about how many painting you want me to get to Paris? (If I fly I'll take less probably). What should I bring to my parents? I hope you gave them enough money to have till I come. Tomorrow I'll find out more about the trip and I'll make plane reservation if no hope for ship. (I had to use pencil, pens are all bad tonight because of humidity).

Uncle Harry woke me up today at 8:30 to ask how I am. I'll have to spend tomorrow evening with the Civitas. I try to see as few people as possible and it's pain in neck that I have to the few I see. You didn't answer my idea of moving to country next year. I mean it.

It's only 11 but I'm going to sleep. I'll mail this tomorrow morning (raining too bad)
Goodnight darling and my love