Ground Hog Day. Rain drizzling since Friday noon, 3 days and nites. More rain during night. Everything is well soaked. The Road is muddy, very hard to get out or in the driveway. All were lazy, about getting to breakfast that Frank had prepared, nice Sausage, eggs, coffee and toast, also oats. Richard had his Wheaties. He is very choosy about his food. Clinton won the games last night.
My nite's sleep was broken, my strength had been overtaxed trying to help Frank put away the fresh pork. Mrs. McCann made the head cheese for Dad. None of us are very fond of it. Scripture reading Gal. 4:19, Gal 2:16-20
My throat and right lung are hurting. This wet weather made it worse. Mrs. Rhinard, mother of Horace, died yesterday. She was an aged sister of Carrie Fisher. Mary and Richard went to Clinton to be gone all afternoon. The Mist is clearing away. The north wind is chasing it. Frank cooked our dinner. I sat near the table to dry dishes for him. No traffic over the Country Roads today. The day ended without a ray of Sunshine. Ground hog predicts early spring?
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