We are on our trip to VIENNA: driving over very rough mountain roads, much traffic, curves. Frank is sitting in house, reading; at the end of road we come to a messy house: I am angry at him for mess and doing nothing; I yell at him, then change my clothes and we clean up; see children, the Rolands, Zena; M and I go shopping; see clear sky at sunset time: I run across street: very happy.
- Go into the Church in Vienna: I say, "this is the way it was when I was a little girl." On the walls of the church I see panel of two saints: ST. FRANCIS & ST. THERESA.