I had an awful morning after an equally awful night. I simply can’t understand how can I be such friends with the one while I’m worried to death about the other. Every ring of the ‘phone wrentched my nerves, I always expected Leo to ‘phone and tell me off. At noon however I received a letter from him with the third post, an awfully kind one, which in spite of a negative answer well founded made me as happy as ever. I feel I am most ridiculous behaving like a kid of eighteen in this venerable age of mine, being such a cynic too otherwise. I had to go in town at the evening on business + thought of going to that medicine lecture I thought of previously if Cica would come but it was too late. I thought of the other one the aviation, too. If I don’t take it up this week, I’ll let it go.