It's 3:15 and no more patients--ain't that too bad. A new man reported in Monday, so a few of us got together and went into town for a couple of drinks last night.
This morning this place was like a morgue so I went to the barber shop and had my "ears set out." It poured from 10:30 to 11:30 and then cleared off, so we were able to play some volley ball at noon as usual.
Got a letter from Ethel L. and Debby. Nothing important from Debby, just that they had a way home but would ride back with me Sunday. Ethel is upset because "Doc" was reclassified 1A, but such is life.
Only received one letter from you this week. You must be slipping or maybe you're pretty busy, but I'll forgive you. Am going to phone you tonight, so adios my Sweet, with kisses to Linda and Norma.
The best diddle you ever had,