The constant confinement in the city and _in the house_ (that's the worst of it--no outdoor life or fresh air) has played hob with my digestion.
It's not bad, but it's troublesome, and for some time I've had the feeling of being one half well.

It occurred to me the other day that I hadn't had leave from my work for four years, except my short visit home nearly two years ago.

I asked for two months off, and I've got it.

We are going down by the shore where there is fresh air and where I can live outdoors and get some exercise.

We have a house that we can get there and be comfortable.