Dart has missed his Dot more today than he has for a long, long time. When he awoke, the sky was as blue as it ever gets and the little tree was dancing in the sun. The whole general cheeriness of the day reminded him of Dot and he hasn’t been able to think of much else all day.

He got an 80% on his psych quiz today – not great, but an acceptable start.

How he wishes she could be here tomorrow for the annual regatta on Lake Erie. There are all sorts of romantic-sounding events and spectacles along the lake shore and it’s usually lots of fun.

He worked on his railroad today, tinkering a little with a new car he’s building, adding six more feet of table, and extending his trolley line. His newly developed talent for soldering hasn’t failed him yet.

When he got home from school today, his trousers and shirt were soaked through with perspiration. He hung them up to dry, but when he checked a little bit ago, they were still wet. He guesses he should have wrung ’em out first.

Like Dot, he’s kept his spending low. He needs to save enough to pay for his trip to Sunapee in September, plus his trip to the wedding, their honeymoon, and the return trip to Cleveland. He splurged on two rolls of film and now he feels guilty about it.

“Don’t bore (or scare, or over-excite) the kids too much with tales of us. I keep thinking of our last night together. It seemed so natural for us to be together, caressing and kissing; and now I miss that naturalness, and the quiet intimacy of just being with you. Good night, Dorothy. I love you always.”