Saturday morning, at Sterling's
Dearest little love:
I adore you, dear sweetheart. Your card was here when I arrived and I got your letter from Dr. Richards last night. You are the sweetest thing in the whole world. I'm glad to be starting home today.
I reached Sterling and Edith's at 930 last night- my B&O train was four hours late, having been held up by the wreck in Ohio. Our meeting yesterday went off well, but Kisty was not there. My report was well received- the Army and Navy people gave the work high priority, and then $100000 was appropriated for it for the next six months- more than I had asked for, since the army has asked us to do some more work for them, and the Hercules people pointed out that we need and should build a surveillance room in the Canyon. Then at 530 I went to see Dr Richards, and had a good talk with him. He wants us to work on bacillary dysentery, and perhaps later on penicillin (he say pen'icill'in). I called Miet, and shall see him at noon today.
I hope you aren't having too much trouble sleeping. Don't worry, dear heart- remember that I adore you. Save up your strength for Tuesday.
Your own Paddy
November
27, 1943
