February 1983

This will be the first entry within this journal. Dorothy already insists that I have another, the rate that my recordings are filled in the course of research. It has been with slight annoyance, though she smiles all during the time, that she complains of my apparent lack of organization. She says it is unbefitting someone in my work. I am not greatly disorganized and not so mentally, my main method to keep track of everything. But piles of texts around the house do admittedly look like disorganization. I shall have the diagrams cross referenced with this journal made in a similarly fresh sketchpad.

Dorothy keeps a forest green to her sketchpads. I am continually surprised by her work. I've told her of the art lessons at Beauxbatons. She has a natural talent better than what can be instructed with coursework, whereas I cannot draw a human feature unless it is the head.

I will leave the remaining space first for new cases at the clinic, transposing some notes in duplicate here. I find the rewriting and thus reprocessing of the facts can gain new insights.