4 December 1916 – 10 December 1916

I thought and thought this morning but to not much avail. I can't think why, but my wit seems to be nearly deserting me when I want to get down to earth. I am all right — sky-high. And even in my brain, in my head, I can think and act and write won- ders — wonders ; but the moment I really try to put them down I fail miserably.