Segment of November 5, 1840, left out of yesterday’s post.
My face flushed considerable, and my digestion appears [disordered], I must forgo all temptations in the shape of pies, and cake. Remsen, and Julia have very bad colds, I know not how to cure them. Louis quite well, but eats too much. My lips sore, and troublesome.
Friday. November 6.th. Very dusty, wind high, not cold. I did not feel very well, but walked to Mrs W. to give directions about my hat. Returned home put up my new valens [sic]. Had some gingerbread made. Henry came in after dinner, brought Julia a doll, she was displeased and cried sadly. Her cold makes her fretfull [sic]. I spent my evening alone as usual, mended up all my stockings, and clothes from the wash. Read, my new magazine, fell asleep at nine, for the want of some lively company. Should like more society than I have, think it improves my health, and gives a tone to my system. What a pity my better half does not assimilate in this