pg 84Saturday. April. 1842.

Raining, and storming as usual.

This dull weather never affects me, but is often agreeable [sic], as it keeps me at home, and gives me a reason, for looking over my domestic concerns.

Sent over Mr Hasbroucks shirts, this morning six in number. Bought two spools cotton 10.d. Mrs Hall, came over to see me about them, she does not know much about making shirts.

The rain continued falling, all though the
wind changed to the west.
Mr H. went to bed at eight oclock, his cold
making him feel unfit to sit up.
I washed in cold water from head to foot,
and read an hour, after he left.
Felt a singular sensation after washing.