I've been quite domestic: mending stockings and undies, ironing silk things, cleaning dress cuffs and cutting old stockings for my hook rug.
There is a new man in the office. He told me this afternoon on our way home that the one thing that impressed him most of all was the way the office force cooperates.
I like my "job" too much for it is taking ambition away from me. Perhaps it is not the "job" but the hope of a new "job" as homemaker, companion and wife.
It is March the tenth and I am true to the schedule.
God alone knows the thoughts in my heart.