Dec. 18 – Tues.
A big storm is exhilarating while it is in progress, but when it is over there is a sense of numbness. A drive looks like too big a job.
Art to his mail job. Cathie to work, Sally + Red to town to look for work –
a.m. in studio – puttering –
p.m. Finishing up cards, + packages to RO.
The youngsters do not get home until late, except Sally who arrives about 5:00. Red at 8, Cathie at 8:30 Art even later – Art and Red had to walk all the way.
Art went to bed without Pal. When I went up to my room, I heard Pal on my bed, his tail wagging furiously.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, December 18, 1945