“The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.”
Wilder, Laura Ingalls. *Little House on the Prairie*. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1935. Chapter 1.
TIME: 8:15 PM
PLACE: Driveway
SUBJECT: Tire tracks in the snow
HH cleared off his desk today and I assisted him, at least, I hope I was of some help. Although, when he cleans HIS desk, many papers and items immigrate over to MY desk and end up covering its surface. Funny how that happens. This wasn’t a busy Sunday, but I am worn out for some reason. I am just really tired…I think the cold weather has something to do with it. After I post this, I believe that I will head on up to bed – 8 hours of sleep sounds really good to me tonight.
