Thursday, March 1 (1945)

Absolutely like a lamb. Beautiful day. Soft and balmy. Roads dried out till dust began, Marsh my new inspector reported in and so did Ross the long awaited draftsman and the place began really to look like an organization. Actually began to feel a little let up in the general tention. Came home at a reasonable hour. Socks hurt my feet as I think I should have taken a ramble. Letter from Mary says Pete ordered to Camp Rucker.