Dot begins, “There’s not much to write a letter for tonight except habit. I don’t mean I’m going to write about habit, but it’s habit that’s making me write this. Now wait a minute – that doesn’t sound very flattering. What I’m trying to say is that even though there’s no news, I don’t feel right if i go to sleep without chatting with you for a few minutes.”

Tomorrow she has another appointment with Dr. Howgate. She thinks his only plans are to remove some temporary fillings and replace them with permanent ones.

The only signs of Armistice Day today were the closed banks and schools and the fact that she worked for $12.00 an hour instead of $6.00. The stores were all open and there were no parades.

One thing that made the day a little more special was that she was able to hear Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians play “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” It reminded her of the last time she heard him perform that number, helped along by a few thousand Clevelanders singing along with the music. She misses going to concerts like that with Dart as much as she misses doing anything with him. When they are able to be together again, she hopes they’ll save their money for the worthwhile things, rather than just always going to a movie.

This letter has turned out to be worth no more than she thought it  might, unless he finds it worthwhile to be reminded that she loves him very much. One other thing that made today different was the fact that there was no mail delivery. It didn’t make it quite a “Blue Monday,” but more like a “blah Monday.”