March 15, 1921.
Rather hectic days for my parents! Father rushes around in the mornings to get breakfast before he leaves the house and then comes home early in the afternoon to do a bit of housework and get the dinner. Mother does a little about the house, but it uses most of her strength just to take care of me. I am helping out by being a good boy, though I fear I cause my parents to lose sleep at night. — Indeed, I don’t understand how they can get along with only five or six hours sleep a day when I require at least twenty-two!