154 Tuesday, October 6-1914. And still it flows! [seem to sound] This day was one of many which means a little too much when I add that I was up until the scandalous hour of 5 o'clock this morning, and geranium may be known with shame - treated seriously to a but totally. His cold is worse and we could find no remedy in our stores except for bottle quite washing in force. The paper may cold to that species of prison- I am studying regularly, and enjoying a novel with the more serious writers although I set by a store of room books when one can out I shall finish them this week. Surely - back in the weather may be expected soon. I walk regularly. I try to go out twice each day walking no less than an hour each time. This minimum of two hours a day is not great but with the work much I am doing I believe that I shall not be failing in my duty to myself. The station as a useless unit is at a standstill. The little outside work remaining to be done away will wait until this wretched wind still here goes. We are turning more evil than we imagined would be necessary for our small home. The little station town has proved itself a very stubborn.