180 Joy -- Monday November 2 - 1914 The snow has ceased but the E wind continues making the air pleasantly warm, from 6 to +2 F it has been, I think. Jennie and I spent the night at Etah as I wished to make some bread. We made good use of the Victrola as usual, it is a great joy (for almost any of us I am lead to believe), to put on some cheerful threedy and then project ourselves upon the astral plane tomorrow while our souls pendulate in E M O with the 'slow vibrant notes'. I imagine it is psychologically akin to that boarding-school-girl's delight, the 'blues'. These utterly scientific men may not admit this state of affairs even to themselves but I do, and, when I use my inside eyes, I see it in one or two others besides -- Surely it helps to know that we all are immensly human. Besides the bread I brought out a new supply of mental excitement in the guise of treatises on evolution and such other humorous subjects. No wonder the re- flected lights in my mind are sombre instead of dappled -- It is important that we had hash for dinner - im- portant because if we had not had hash we should have been forced, perhaps, to leave home x (I can see that it cheers me to go in even tho it be to emerge at the dim lights and look gloomy in the face of luxury.) But, as before, it is nice to get back to our own quiet little home - it may be because it is so peaceful but I truly believe we love it here because it is our own - and, for the time, our own home.