Dear Diary,
I was somewhat indisposed yesterday and scarcely rose from my bed. I suspect I caught a chill on my recent ride atop Cobbler's Knob. Fanny was all for calling Doctor Proctor but the weather was terribly inclement and I felt a day in bed would suffice. I still feel weak and just this little exertion is causing my wrist great distress. Yet again today, we have been greatly troubled by wind. How my casement has rattled. It would have to be a stout leaf that remains upon its bough this very day. I must away...I hear our housekeeper, Mrs Crutchlow, approach with her jugs to bring me succour.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
