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He had planned that we take dinner at the Avalon on Sunday - this was before the violence of the c.o.d. He asked "How much do you want me to dress up to go the dinner tomorrow?" I took him quietly over to the settee and told him I wasn't going. Gave my excuse that I was afraid I would eat too much: that I had eaten too much (corned beef hash) the day before and had had a heavy nose-bleed in he night because of it. He took it better than I expected, but the next morning trapsed around in his dressing gown and underwear until I asked him if he wasn't going to get dressed. He said "he didn't feel like getting dressed". but he did, shortly. This morning he dressed before breakfast as the weather has turned very mild. But I won't go out with him to a restaurant if I can help it. He yells so loud all the time I'm afraid the nice people in the apt. are annoyed, and it's always before time for them to get up. He is good natured most of the time. Stays in his own room in the rocking chair and reads and sleeps. I cam planning a short visit with some Socialist friends to the