William's Journal

It was raining this morning so I awoke to the soft pitter-patter of the drops on the eaves. Relinquishing the warmth of the down in the loft I climbed down the oak ladder towards the smell of bubbling pancakes. After talking to Marion about our plans to expand the garden and build a new bookshelf for the sunroom I found Albert, John and Elizabeth to share our carriage with on the way to the academia center. My focused study of neo-Germanic trends in modern colloquial language is really coming together. The department is almost ready for me to begin lecturing on my thesis publication. Though I have finished writing my dissertation a busy time still remains for the next few years, afterwards perhaps I shall run for municipal office; my interest in the market regulations has only increased since Elizabeth’s dissertation on modern politics. When I got home Marion was teaching the Mercedes girls how to make apple turnovers and I had time to harvest from the garden before the evening meal. The rain had brought back our somewhat droopy tomatoes, Plato blessed. Our chapel is falling into a sad disrepair, the leather on the chairs is cracking and many of the selves are starting to buckle, must cut cedar boards next time. I will go and read after the evening meal, it has been far too long and I feel I ought to be knowledgeable for Newton day and May Fest.