Thursday, November 24, 1917. Cloudy with SW wind & snow. I broke the watch last night which means rising at midnight and cooking breakfast & dinner following. I was very sleepy and found cooking peculiarly exasperating. I have not used our pantry for nearly three months and found that everything had been changed about. I drove out to the Island this morning with Otto. She now are going up to Little Ton Island after meat and a cross bar is necessary. Hal gave me the sad news today that the dogs had broken in and eaten his cancer specimen from the dead woman at Kushi. These dogs will eat anything! Last night I got so sleepy that I turned in immediately after dinner. By midnight I was slept out. I came down into a room full of argument concerning the relative merits of strawberry short cake and chicken pot-pie. As a result when I came to write some verses for a song to be sung at the entertainment next week I could think only of delicacies. My lyrics were less pastoral than delicatessen. I will be very glad to get back to the Island time if my feet do freeze under the table and we can have only two things for dinner. The quiet out there & the opportunity for real work are very, very nice thing indeed.