The days are driving quickly to Christmas now. Tomorrow we close out the paper– our printers are not working Friday. Friday will probably be a half-day. I plan to go in early tomorrow. Daily I am becoming more settled and content with this job. It is easy and nice working with Allen and Henry and Bob– Derek and Willie and Gary. I close my eyes and say a thousand silent prayers of thanks that I am pasting-up newspaper pages instead of typing in some office. I truly do not mind being a paste-up artist. It is okay for 21-22 years old. But I groan to think of aging. I suppose that’s my main fear. Loss of youth. Ah, but I have years. I could even survive thirty.