Went to bank and drew out some money from our savings for our various accounts. I’m not at all settled in 1972 yet. Feel oddly un-with it. Can’t sit down + work at my desk. Can’t seem to accomplish anything. The new store is shaping up beautifully and I think it looks like a winner this time. Dick asked me to call Dr. Bentley + try to see him tomorrow + explain about Leon’s nephew and set up an appt. for Dick. etc.