November 19. 1943

Good Morning.
It’s 12:05 AM + I suppose I ought to be asleep. But you are just finishing dinner, so I guess it isn’t so late (It’s really Nov 20th, here). I overslept this morning + didn’t get last night’s letter in the mail- it goes out at 8 AM- but this one will get in tomorrow because we have our weekly inspection to get ready for. This afternoon I was very much pleased to receive your V-letter of the tenth. If the back yard is washing into the cellar I guess the holes in the wall had better be cemented up. I presume Bob can supervise that. We had some rather spring-like weather today for a change, but it gets cold at night just the same. We had a thunderstorm here a month or so ago, sandwiched between the air-raids which were prevalent not so far from here at the time. We thought it was kind of funny- thunder of one kind or another. So there’s a page full of chatter in lieu of news, which there isn’t any. I just wrote to Papa.

Love B