Dear John,
Still home, still flaring. Jen came by tonight to pick up some mail. She's the first actual, living person I've seen since Saturday afternoon. It was nice to have real human contact.

It's late and I'm tired, so I'm not going to talk long. I have hopes of actually sleeping tonight. I'm itching a bit less and hurting a bit more. But it's easier to sleep through pain than itching. The poor animals are worn out after the last couple of nights. I need to sleep so we can all get some rest!
Miss you so much,
Joan.
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