Monday, June 17, 1929

We didn’t do much of anything all day that is, I didn’t do much of interest. In the morning when I wasn’t doing anything else I was readying. After lunch I did some ironing. After that I read most of the rest of the afternoon. It’s been a dull stupid day with nothing happening to write about, nothing interesting to put down. I do’t think I’ve mentioned the fact that the Bosworths have five of the darlingest kittens imaginable. Every time I go outdoors I pick one up. They look almost exactly like the darling one that we played with at Uncle Harry’s. They are gray and white. Darlings.