I find myself thinking of the winter down South--of a Thanksgiving Day dinner for the older folks of our family, of a Christmas tree for the kids, of frolics of all sorts, of Rest, of some writing (perhaps not much), going over my papers with Ralph--that's what he wants, you know; etc., etc., etc .-- And I've got to eat more.

I myself come into my thinking and planning in only two ways--( 1) I'm going to have a suit like old Lord N.'s and (2) I'm going to get all the good things to eat that there are! Meantime, my dear, how are you?
Don't you let this getting ready wear you out.

Let something go undone rather.

Work Miss Latimer and the boys and the moving and packing men, and Petherick and the servants.

Take it very easy yourself.
Nine and a half more days here--may they speed swiftly.