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September 3rd, 1985
Mary here, also Fletcher cutting grass front and rear. Got out the Two Gates stuff again. Alas, it looks more unpromising than ever. No core, no inner motor to drive it; no iterating counceXXX. This is going to take some heavy consideration. Gwyn took Booker to the vet (Ramsey) in another attempt to get something done about his itch, ehich is driving him (and us) to distraction. He sheds about two pecks of hair a day. Wonder is, he isn't bald.
Walked 2 1/2; played one of my Civil War tapes. Played TV cassette. "The Executioner's Song."