Half the time I am lazy, and lie around too much. Charlotte says I mustn't lose my strength, and has me on vitamins. She loves me more than I deserve, and hates that I am sick. I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with her the other day, and tell her how I wish she would let me visit my cousin. But she said I would not like being there once I went. She is likely correct. The idea of going is better than actually being there. It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight. Just this depression I suppose. And the drugs. Charlotte took me by the hand and led me upstairs. She tucked me into bed, and sat by me and read until I fell asleep.