Despite my continued ill health and the torrential rains, I have agreed with Mr. Astor (who is shoping at Macy's right now) to go to Score for some medicinal help. We went to see the movie, The Help, and found it astounding; how little we know about life back then.

Everyone has been commenting on my absence from "the scene", but I've plagued with extreme fatigue and fevers. I told some young thing that I felt like Violetta, and he replied, "You feel like a violin?"