Quiet night but had another “bomb dream”. Slept till 10. Thick fog, which cleared by 11, and gave way to a hot day. Stayed in writing, doing chores. Wondering whether to go in or not. Thought I would if there was a fog, then began to write, and decided it was too much trouble. I am expecting trouble before long, but I think my 2 years solid duty offset a certain amount of slackness now. I still have the greatest difficulty to concentrate. Cannot read a book through.