March 6, 1939, Monday
I got rather ambitious tonight and did a bit of ironing and pressing. Listened to Lux Radio Theatre Kay Frances and Wm. Powell in "One Way Passage" those plays are always so good. I love them. It must be rather a thrill to work on the radio. I'm getting so restless again I want to get out of New Britain and go someplace anyplace. Guess its wanderlust (It must be in my blood) but I never will because I've got a job and I'm fairly contented when I haven't the urge to travel and heavens knows with times as they are I should be satisfied.
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