Hooray! Dart finally got a letter from his beloved, as did his parents. He’s a happy man tonight, albeit still freezing. He’s even hung his pajamas over the gas grate screen to warm them up, just like they did with the fireplace at Bonnie Neuk. A man from the bank came by today to investigate the heating troubles, but they still have no heat.

He’s happy to announce that he paid off his loan from Uncle Tom today. Also, his dad wanted him to pick him up from work, so Dart drove the car to the Skyline meeting and was able to drop off a load of students at their homes along the Euclid Ave. route.

He had a great time at the meeting, even though another of his submissions was rejected for publication. Both he and the editor were disappointed by that, but Dart seems to take the disappointment in stride.

Tonight he worked on his place description assignment for prose workshop. He’s about 1/3 of the way through his first draft about Charleston, but so far, the piece lacks punch. He must spend a lot of time this weekend preparing for a Spanish test in order to bring his grade back up to where he wants it. He has a big test on James Russell Lowell on Tuesday, which will be very difficult. A group photo of the Skyline staff on Monday night will cut into his study time for that test.

He hates to keep writing Dot short letters, but if he has news, he’s short on time, and vice versa.

He’s happy she was able to have her radio with her in the hospital. That must mean she was a popular patient! He says he hopes she’ll wear “that red ribbon” in her hair sometime so that he can see what she looked like when she was 15.

He asks Dot to send him a list of her family’s birthdays. He thinks her dad has one coming up on January 13, but he doesn’t want to miss any of them.

He’s very tired and he misses her. Nothing new there.