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Tuesday, 11/21/44, 8:10 p.m.
Tonight I shall take a bath and get in bed rather early, so that I can start reading “Porgy” by Heyword [sic]. I need to lose myself in a story because I feel very “blue” this evening.
When I walked into the house & didn’t find any mail from you, the “blues” started “creeping up” on me. Darling—I know you write as often as you can, so I just blame it “on the war” as we do everything else.
You may be interested to know that I have rec’d every letter you wrote from Sept. 30-October 20, except a letter for Oct. 22 & one for Oct. 15. Then, I miss mail from Oct. 21 to Oct. 26. I have no letters for Oct. 28, 29, Nov. 1-3. The last letter I have from you is dated Nov. 5. I miss about 13 letters from you. I certainly hope you have been receiving my mail, plus the packages the families have sent, plus the articles & letters I’ve rec’d that I have sent you in separate envelopes for 3 cents postage.
We’re still having “rainy” miserable weather. In fact, the last few nights I haven’t slept too well & it’s probably due to this decided change in weather.
I got paid today & I think I shall buy us a bond for the 6th War Loan Drive. Altho’ I’ve written to find out what’s holding up our bonds, I haven’t rec’d an answer as yet.
The guy that fixed the car broke off “the marker” that shows where to put the “oil tester stick” in. Garage Men “curse me up & down” when I asked [sic] them to check my oil as they can’t tell where to put the stick back. But, I’m not complaining—the car hardly eats any oil at all.
I love you, Bubsie--& already I’m looking forward to tomorrow as being one day nearer to being with you again.
All my love always,
 The novel, Porgy, was written by DuBose Heyward in 1925; then in 1927, Dorothy Heyward assisted him in writing the play, Porgy and Bess.