March 20, 1944
Dear Mom
I was happy to get your letter they always lighten my mood and make me feel better.
I'll be getting out of E.N.T. pretty soon. My ear has decided to get better. My cold
persists although I can't understand why. I suspect that my lack of resistance is as much mental
as physical. I certainly will be glad when I feel completely healthy again.
I distributed some programs through the wards today for the Red Cross women and I ran
across my old measles nurse. She is exceedingly nice, not very pretty, very intelligent and
somewhat a dreamer, like me. She is my favorite nurse, even thought I have had a couple of
very cute ones. I was pleased to see her again.
I'm sorry I didn't write for such a long time. I was living in a state of dreamy suspended
animation, as it were. Anyway, time flitted away without my noticing. I managed to read plenty
of navels, though. (Novels, not navels)
I wish I could see the garden again. I hope you won't work too hard. I certainly miss the
fresh vegetables we had.
My love to you,
Linus
March
20, 1944
