My Captain does not answer, his lips pale and still
Mailed some books to Way. He said I could send him my recommendations a few days earlier. Reading after all requires a peaceful and patient heart. I know such aquaintanceship is rare. I don’t procure for it, don’t count on it, but delight in having it for now.
Re-edited the whole blog yesterdays. Some items now seem so confined to personal feelings and so low-spirited. But Ward Days still stirs me, even though it seems something remote now.
It rained a bit in the evening. Got down and stood at the entrance of the building I am in for a while. Enjoyed the cold nighttime breeze.