Thursday, February 8 (1945)

Rather frosty. Building seemed like a morgue, not a sound except the click and crackle of the arcs and torches. Day passed slowly with notable event except arrival of one and only one box of books. As day went on shut down grew longer and longer. S.Q.#3 seems rather badly injured. "Metal rolling" had occurred on moving parts leaving some pretty deep gouges. At 6:30 things looked pretty good for engineering end and I came home.