A slight fall of snow, turning into a moderate rain. This damp air, does not improve my cold as I am quite hoarse and delicate on my lungs. Took a Seidbets; ate little breakfast.
Sent a note to Chelsea. Mr H did not go down this afternoon, he rocked me to sleep in a Boston Rocking chair, any thing to amuse oneself in such stupid times, and backward season.
A long letter from C. who has been quite sick with a sore throat.