Saturday, May 12, 1984

I was finally able to show Cecil my physical problem. The temperature was fifty degrees when I got home from work. My index finger and parts of other fingers on my hands were white. He got to see my fingers change from white to purple to normal color while I was warming up. My living room thermostat has mysteriously remained at seventy degrees ever since I confronted Cecil with my physical problem. Unfortunately, I'm not comfortable at seventy degrees either.

Cecil and Steve seem to get along very well. Steve said that Cecil is "a hell of a guy". Steve is grateful for his girlfriend's financial assistance, but he doesn't want to marry her. I wonder if he can get a job similar to Love's last job. At least I can have him inquire about it.

I saw more wood roaches in the kitchen last night.