[written on California Institute of Technology letterhead]
Saturday morning, 8 AM
Dearest little love:
I was surely disgusted Thursday afternoon to get a telegram saying that the meeting of the postwar medical research committee had been set for Feb 5,6,+7 (in New York). I telephoned the secretary of the " (Homer Smith, in New York) at once, made a lightening decision to stay, and began the Herculean task of getting my reservations changed; so now, instead of beginning to count the hours until I see you again (it would have been about 97), I am counting the weeks (over 2)! I love you, darling, and am lonesome for you.
Thursday our meeting went well. We laid plans (in the powder field) for the period July 1, 1945 to June 30, 1946, on the assumption presented by the President that we'd be fighting on both fronts (Conf!). I went to dinner with Goudsmit [?], Carl Niemann, Pierce (Chi), and Colby (Ann Arbor), and Lathrop, + I had a good meeting -- they were well pleased with a demonstration I put on. We had a special meeting then with Robley Evans, who is doing some work for that group; and broke up at 6 PM. At lunch at the Harvard Fac. Club. I saw the Indians [?] again, and also Edsall.
Then at 6 I had dinner (alone), and telephoned Phil Morse, and then spent the evening with him and Annabelle. Last night on the train back to New York was normal, except that I had some trouble sleeping, having probably drunk too much coffee.
I must go now to try to get my reservations to Pasadena fixed up -- I am sitting in the lobby of the Biltmore (the room won't be ready until noon) -- and then go to the Guggenheim meeting.
I wish you were to be here during the week when I have nothing much to do in New York -- we'd paint the town red. I'll see if I can fix things up for Lederle to manufacture our plasma substitute; and I'll rest thoroughly. Probably I'll have to go back to Boston for a couple of days for another meeting.
I love you, darling.
Love to CRELLIN, LINDA, PETER