Lord we felt awful. Both of us. Tried to get us back in shape. Caught Dick sabotaging my effort by taking a swig from the Early Times bottle. After several such I hid it + told him I’d emptied it out. He’d made us some French toast of Leon’s bread – 3 inch slices – the size of a pillow. Could barely choke it down. Dick napped + I read Martin Chuzzlewit. Gave him some soup later – we went to bed + napped more + made love. Went to the Flite Deck for dinner + had a couple of drinks. Then like idiots a couple more. Home around 11 o’clock. I wasn’t in too bad shape but don’t think Dick ever had a chance today to sober up.