Second thoughts

(1954 August 8, Sunday)

There are so many major decisions to be made [about remodeling the Grove St. house] - sometimes one a day. I wake up at night wondering if I have decided for the best, if it's only a trifle. (You know me.) This keeps up and so does the tension. But if I decide wrong, I'll be sorry forevermore. I wish I were a different person! I wish I were a cow without any nerves! I wish I could just do anything that came into my head and never know the difference! Anyway, I am very very happy about the house and in a month or so shall very likely be in, though far from settled - never never settled down tight though - or so?