February 8

A peaceful day after a peaceful night because of the weather conditions, I guess. Deep snow everywhere made it a day of leisure for all.

One page.

The handcart is of no use among the knee-deep snow drifts. For the water-walk, I took just two pails and coming back thoroughly soaked my pants with the water slopping over the brim.

Now, I'm relatively alone (if not taking into account the racing Parathma fellows behind the kitchen-aka-hall door and those under the floor). However, the mother-in-law is still to come for breadbaking.
So long.