My darling,
This has been an awful day for me. I have been perfectly
miserable most of the day. I made an angel food cake this morning but when I
had lunch just about ready I had to give up and go to bed. I perked up in the
afternoon but I feel like “the last rose of summer” right now. Please excuse my
complaining but I miss you so terribly today. I love you lover!
Wasn’t the game today a disheartening disappointment? This
first time I listened it was 12 – 0, the next time 19 – 0 and then last time 26
– 0.
Sweetheart, I don’t mind your letters on a typewriter but I
can’t think as fast on a typewriter because I still have to concentrate on the
keyboard so I will continue long hand. In spite of the fact that they are much
harder to read.
Please pardon the brevity to this letter but I feel so
awful. I want to go to bed.
Living for Christmas!
Annie
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