Saturday at 10 AM

[March 5, 1932]

Dearest Ava Helen:

Are you beginning to get ready to come to Berkely? I really am anxious to have you come. I hate terribly to be away from you; I don't feel like myself or think like myself at all, but wander around in a sort of daze, thinking mostly about you, or, remark-ably enough, about other girls (all of whom, however, are at a safe distance.). Isn't that funny? Not the thinking about you, but the other girls (who are, however, not very specific). I don't like the sensation at all.

Yesterday I prepared my lecture, and delivered it, this taking most of the day. Everyone seemed interested. I got several letters - some proof to correct, a telegram from Dr. Noyes saying that I might appoint the Berkeley applicant etc. (The etc. being a letter from a man named Austin asking me to read his manuscript dealing with the rotation of ions in crystals). I played a game of Kriegspiel with Lewis and beat him, thus winning my second game, drawing the first. Jenkins asked me to dinner last night, and then called it off, Jenkins having to go to Mt Hamilton, so I have so far had dinner only with Rich's family. Tomorrow night, I'm going to the Pennell's.

Lawrence and I were going to attend a movie last night, but he had seen the only decent one (Hill Drivers) so I went alone, and thought it pretty good. I've invited Aunt Beth + family to dinner tomorrow afternoon.

I love you, my darling sweetheart.

Paddy