Saw Friday at this evening's sack lunch distribution. He showed me his recent written medical diagnosis: chronic, acute liver damage (the reason for his "morbid" propensity for sleeping three days in a row); which means that his spending another winter out of doors in Spokane is out of the question. He said he slept last night under a tree; which tore my heart. Well, he can't sleep here tonight, nor tomorrow night; but I told him he could sneak in Saturday night and stay the rest of the week if he wants. I'll try to get him a mattress.

Delivered finally Gerald's painting to John, who liked to hug the life out of me. Funny, sweet, malodorous little guy.