
Your letter came all right last Tuesday. I still keep the same—no worse, & no better. It is the same old story. I have a great deal of pain in my head yet—no let up.
Dear son I would like to write you a good long amusing letter—but I cannot to-day. We have had a rainy night and forenoon—but as I write the sun is shining out again—& I must get out & drag myself around a little for a change.
Farewell my loving son, till next time. Walt.I send a small bundle of papers.
