August 3rd, 1980

Late Sunday night. Thunder and lightening and long long nights. Busy weekend. I’ve seen two movies, Caligula and The  Wild One (old Brando film)– tricked twice, and done type mechanicals for the shoe book. And spent all day today missing Phil desperately.

I sit now at the kitchen table with a crocheted doily on my head. Wendy and John just came downstairs and found it amusing. Phil lacked the kind of humor I find necessary. I resist nostalgia for what might have been.