I dined on some mutton chaps fried and pickles. At home all day and really very little to do. A most severe cold frosty day. My very good friend and brother stayed and breakfasted with me and then went home. In the evening Mr Wood and I played a few games of cribbage; I lost 3d.
Oh, how does my anxious mind afflict me! The love and respect due to the memory of my ever-to-be-remembered wife is continually in my mind, for alas, who can describe the loss I sustained in her death?