The act of seeing things as they are, without a lot of raw emotionalisms:
I'm working like hell,
I'd love to ask you to try to fly up here before you go South,
but I don't think I should.
It's important that I stay very, very close to what I'm doing for the next couple of months.
I'm no man of steel,
and I know what pleasure and pleasant distraction can do to me-
how bad it can sidetrack me.
Which is a pity, because it would be nice to see you.
If you feel like it, drop me a line from Daytona to say how things are going.
You'll undoubtedly have had some sort of preliminary Florence talk with your parents by that time,
and I'd like to know how it comes out.
Meantime, much love to you.