1 July 1638

Meulin and I went to Mama's grave today. I can't say I like to go there, or that I feel better for it, but I miss her. It feels right to go to see her sometimes. I still love her. I don't think I can stop loving her-she was our mama, and she took care of us. Most importantly, she loved us.

Meulin likes to talk to her. I usually just…cry. Meulin likes to tell her how we are, about the gardens and how her work is and all about Kurloz and all that. I don't know if she can hear us, and even if she can she can't respond. It feels like being with her when we're in the clearing.

Meulin and me will probably end up in the churchyard, because we aren't illegitimate and everyone knows it. But we'll be with Mama in heaven. I know it.

3 July 1638

Karkat is so handsome. Sometimes I dream about kissing him. I can only imagine how soft and wonderful his lips would feel. I want to touch his hair and feel how soft and lovely it would be. It'd be lovely to just hold his hand. I want to feel his palm pressing on mine and his fingers between mine. I bet it'd be just perfect.

Meulin is always so happy after she sees Kurloz. I hope someday Karkat can make me that happy.

4 July 1638

Meulin was in the village all day, so Equius and Aradia and Tavros and Kanaya came to my house and we played outside and later came into the library for some food and water. Equius can read but the others can't, so I read aloud to them from an adventure story. I can't imagine not being able to read! I don't know what I'd do.

5 July 1638

I've been thinking a lot about God these days. I know God is real, but sometimes I can't believe that God let Linny and me starve all those years. I know God loves me, and it's hard to believe that someone who loves me could let me starve all those years. Our mama never let us starve.

They say in church that if something bad happens to you, you deserved it all along. I don't believe that. I think Meulin might be right. Sometimes people are cruel, and God can't just reach down and fix everything, much as we wish he could.

I pray every night. I hope God is keeping our mama safe in heaven. I ask him to every night.

6 July 1638

Equius knows Meulin and I were adopted when she ran away, but I haven't told any of my other friends. I don't know what they'd say or what they'd think. Equius doesn't really understand, and I'm not sure any of them would either. I don't think I can explain how frightening it is to not be safe in your own home. Linny tried to keep me safe, but she couldn't, not really. She was little just like I was.

None of us save Equius have very much money, but we all get by. It's hard to explain having enough to get by and our birth parents somehow choosing not to.

7 July 1638

It's so warm! Meulin and I went swimming today. The river is delightfully cold on these hot days, and our mama taught us where the edges of the eddy are so we don't get caught up in the current. She said she did once, but her love pulled her out.

I'd like to have met our mama's family. They sound like lovely people.

9 July 1638

Meulin worries a lot about Kurloz. I know he has a stressful kind of life, being a duke's son and all, but at least he always has food. We have to find all our own food and she does a lot-maybe even most-of that work. He's never had to worry about his next meal, and we've always had to.

I don't mean to resent him. I don't think I do, usually, except when he takes up all of Meulin's time. But I don't think it's fair that some people have more food than they'll ever need and the rest of us have to work every day so that we can eat.

10 July 1638

I can't stop thinking about Karkat! He's just the most wonderful boy I've ever seen. Sometimes he's in my dreams with that lovely messy brown hair of his. I just want to feel how soft his hair would be and hold his hand in mine. I know Meulin's done these things with Kurloz and I suppose I'm a little bit jealous. That's the sort of thing you can do if you've been with someone a while.

We all played in the forest today, including Vriska. Equius doesn't like her, but I think that's because she's so brash. I don't think he realizes that there's a part of him that thinks women like Vriska and Terezi and me shouldn't be so outspoken like we are. Men are like that. They don't realize they think women aren't as smart or thoughtful as men, but they do. I suppose that's why my mother considered her love such a unique fellow-he knew that's not true, even deep down.

11 July 1638

I worked more on my embroidery today, the things I sell in the village. We don't make much off of them, but it's enough for some milk and lard and such. It's good to sit at home and work on the embroidery sometimes. I like embroidery quite a lot. Meulin thinks it's tedious, but I think she's silly. She just can't sit still.

12 July 1638

Meulin asked me today what I think about God. I told her I believe in God, and I believe God loves everyone, and we should follow Jesus and be good to people. She looked terribly relieved, and I asked her what was wrong.

"Oh, nothing."

"I don't like it when you lie to me. Witches shouldn't lie!"

She sighed at me and said, "Alright, Kitty. I just worry because I don't much like the preacher here. I don't want you to think something's wrong with you."

"I'm different. We both know that."

"I know. But it's good different. You know that, right?"

"I do, Linny." I poked her tummy and said, "You worry too much! You're like an old lady."

She put on a voice and bent over and said, "You young people! Always going around calling your older sisters old ladies."

I laughed like she knew I would and said, high-pitched like I was little again, "Us young people are too quick for the old folks to catch!" I ran away out the door and she chased me around the front meadow until we were both too tired to run anymore.

"I love you, Kitty."

"I love you too, Linny."

I do.

13 July 1638

Equius and I went walking today and I asked him about his father.

"He is doing better."

"That's good." I could tell he was still worried, though. "What's worrying you?"

Equius looked at me oddly. I'm not sure if he was annoyed or still worried or just tired.

"My father's health has been declining for some time. Almost a year now. I…I worry that he may not have long left."

"I'm so sorry," I said. "You know we'd help you, right? Meulin and me. We've been on our own for a while now." I poked his arm and said, "Maybe I can teach you to shoot!"

He smiled a little and I drew myself up to my full height and puffed my chest out and said, "Won't you let a proud huntress teach you to shoot with a bow and arrows?"

He smiled a little more and said, "I humbly accept. Although I must insist you defer to my higher position."

I rolled my eyes but let him be silly like he is. I don't think he means to be rude about it, but he's always thinking about how his family is much higher class than mine and I don't think about it at all. I think he's some sort of baron, so I think my birth family might be higher than his? I don't know, and I don't really care, either. Someday it will, perhaps, like how Meulin and Kurloz have all sorts of problems because he's a duke and she's common. But for now we can just be friends, and it's fine.

14 July 1638

It rained today. It doesn't rain much in July, but when it does it's such a relief. The day cools and there's plenty of water everywhere. The river and creek run high, which is lovely, and Meulin likes to sit out in the rain sometimes. I think it makes her feel better. Our mama used to go out in the rain sometimes, and I think it helps Meulin feel closer to her.

That's why I like to be in the library, or out in the woods. That's what Mama used to do, and I like to feel close to her.

15 July 1638

I finished a needlepoint today! I did one that says John 3:16 and has a lovely design of flowers. Everyone likes to quote that one, especially Reverend Maxwell, so people would buy it. Tomorrow Meulin and I are going into the village to sell our things and get some money for milk and such.

We also have to make bread tomorrow. I like to knead and Meulin likes to mix the dough, so we work together to make our bread. We'll need more yeast soon, too. That's tomorrows chores sorted!

16 July 1638

People are willing to pay quite a bit for my needlepoint! We got everything we needed. I think I want to be a seamstress when I'm older. I'd love to spend my life sewing the most beautiful dresses anyone's ever seen. I want to make beautiful things. In the same way Meulin wants to help people, I want to make things beautiful.

And I like wearing beautiful dresses! It makes me happy. Linny and me used to pretend we were real princesses instead of little nobles. I always wished we had big, lovely dresses to go with the story.

17 July 1638

Equius and I practiced shooting with the little bow and arrows today. I don't have terribly good aim yet, but I'm practicing almost every day. Equius…isn't quite as good. He can't seem to hold the bow right, even when I show him how. Well, someday he'll get there!

He's fired off maybe two arrows, and neither even got close to our target. I don't think I'll tell him he's not very good. He'll get better with time and practice, like I have!

It's fun to play at being a real huntress. Someday I will be!

18 July 1638

I am not particularly looking forwards to growing into my adult body. I know I'll be taller and stronger when I'm done growing, but I'll also have my bleeding and I don't want that. Meulin always complains about it, and I don't want any of that. I know I'll get it, but I'm not excited about it.

Equius is lucky. His body won't do that to him. He'll just get bigger and stronger. I'm jealous! I'd much prefer that.

19 July 1638

We sang the Cutty Wren today in the woods, Aradia and Tavros and Equius and me. Equius doesn't know the words as well, because it's a song us poor folks like to sing, but I was John the Red Nose with him. I like singing that song because our mama used to sing it and she said it was a story about doing what she used to do-hunting to feed those who can't feed themselves.

I want to help feed people when I grow up. I won't be the midwife because I can't stand that work. My sister can; blood turns my stomach. But I'll help her gather food to feed the people who come to her so hungry they can hardly stand. It's important.

20 July 1638

I know Meulin tries to not act like Kurloz is more important than me, and mostly she doesn't, but I know that deep down one day I won't be. She'll have a little child of her own, a daughter I'd bet, and her new family will be more important to her than me. She must know I know that.

I'll miss her. But I'm going to have someone of my own and maybe my own little children and it'll be alright. We'll always be sisters.

21 July 1638

Karkat came with us today into the woods because Sollux came because Aradia came, and it was such fun! We divided into two and played guards and thieves. I got to be a thief and Karkat was a guard and he chased me! He chased just me for a time and it was wonderful. I know that sounds absurd but he wanted to catch me!

In the end I got away and the thieves won and by then the sun was getting ready to set and it was time to go eat dinner with our families. We're still young, the lot of us. We have time before we're on our own as grownups.

22 July 1638

Horuss came to our home again today for tea, and Equius came too. I wish Meulin would have Kanrki over sometimes so I could spend time with Karkat, but Meulin doesn't like Kankri. I don't, either, really. Kanrki thinks he's very smart but he thinks women should know their place and neither Meulin nor I can abide by that.

Karkat is better. He acts all angry, but he's angry to everyone at once. He doesn't act like Aradia and Terezi and I can't play guards and thieves with them, even though we're girls. He's better than his brother, and his father.

Our mama always told us that people don't have to be like their parents. I know they don't have to, but I do want to be like my mama. She was a good person, and I will be too.

24 July 1638

Equius and I read today. It was nice to sit with him and read together. I like Equius. He's a good friend.

25 July 1638

I love all of my friends, but today I didn't see anyone and it was very good. Meulin likes to see her friends every day, but I'd much rather spend time resting at home and doing my needlepoint or my embroidery.

I want to make these things when I'm older. I want to make the most beautiful skirts and dresses and things. I think I could make good money doing that.

26 July 1638

Equius doesn't like Karkat at all. I wish he'd stop going on about it! He thinks Karkat has no respect and should learn how to keep his mouth shut (not in so many words, of course). And I suppose he's a little bit right. But he also says things about how Karkat is a bastard and need to learn a bastard's place, and I don't believe that for a second. I keep telling Equius that and one day he'll learn.

27 July 1638

I wish I knew what to say to tell Karkat how I feel about him. Meulin says it's hard for everyone, but it's worse for me because I don't say things the way other people do. I never had the chance to ask our mama how she did it, and I know we could find out from her journals, but Meulin won't let me read them. I don't see why not. Our mama would've told us everything in them anyways, once we grew up, and now she can't. I want to know what she would've told us.

I still think Meulin's read them and she won't tell me. She's trying to protect me like our mama did, and I know she means to do the right thing. But I'm sick of not knowing, and I miss her so much. I want to know everything about her. I'm so sad sometimes and it feels like all too much, like I'm all full up with broken glass and it's pressing on the inside of my skin so hard I can only cry, and there's nothing I can do. I just want to know about her, because I think knowing would make it easier to know she's gone.

I know we're going to be alright, but it's so hard.

29 July 1638

I'm going to turn fifteen soon. My body is going to start changing soon, and while I'm not too excited about that I'm not as annoyed as Meulin was. I still catch her glancing down at her breasts and frowning when we're running or gardening or hunting. Thank goodness for a good corset.

30 July 1638

My sister's going to be eighteen soon. She's the age to get married, but she says she won't until I'm old enough. I don't want her to treat me like a little girl but I don't think I'd be alright on my own now. I couldn't lose Linny and Mama so close together.

Kurloz is surely going to propose to her, though. I can see it in her eyes when she talks about him, and in his when he comes for lunch. He sits and gazes at her like the sun shines from her eyes. I wish Karkat looked at me like that.

I wish anyone looked at me like that. It'd be nice to have someone who loved me so much.

1 August 1638

I don't know what I'll get Meulin for her birthday. She likes romance novels and warm blankets and cooked onions and dill and poppy seeds in her bread and tea with just a little bit of honey, and I suppose somewhere in there is a lovely gift for her.

I don't have much money on my own, but I can trade my embroidery for nice things. I'm good at embroidery. Meulin can't sit still for long enough to finish even a good daisy. She's like a bunny sometimes, always jumping from one thing to the next.

I think I'm going to start doing work for money with my embroidery. If someone gave me their nice skirt, I could embroider it and make it all lovely.

2 August 1638

I don't have enough money for a new book. I suppose I could make one of her shirts all pretty, on the collar and sleeves. She always likes having pretty things to wear, and looking nice. I don't think that much about how I look, but then, Meulin has her Kurloz to impress. I have Karkat to impress, but I'm not sure how much he'd even notice if I wore nicer clothes.

One of these days I'll have to offer to teach him to sew a patch, because he desperately needs to learn. Ever since his own mother died his family's been struggling since they're all men.

I'm glad Meulin and me were raised by our mama. I wouldn't want to be a man at all. They can't get anything done on their own.

3 August 1638

There is something particular about watching Karkat when we're all in the village. I know it's absurd but I can't seem to stop looking at him. He has the most wonderful face. The way his eyebrows move when Sollux tells him silly things or when Gamzee is in town and runs off to investigate the apothecary's stand is just too fascinating. He doesn't smile much, but when he does it's quick and small and fast, like the water bubbling down the creek. People smile like water, I think. Meulin smiles like the river, big and loud and all the time. And Equius smiles like a little puddle someone threw a stone in.

I don't know what I smile like, but I try to be cheerful for my friends. I want us all to be happy and so I do my best to be happy for them.

4 August 1638

Tomorrow is my birthday! I'm going to be fifteen. I don't think it will feel much different than fourteen, but I suppose it's a gradual change. By the time I turn sixteen I won't feel fourteen anymore. I'm sure Meulin doesn't feel fifteen anymore.

I hope eighteen doesn't come too quickly. I'm not sure I'm ready to be on my own yet without my sister.

5 August 1638

Today I turned fifteen! I don't feel much older, but I'm sure I will. My friends and I, we're growing up. My sister's friends are old enough to be getting married and having their own jobs. My friends and I, we're just learning to do these things. I'm learning to hunt and tend the garden and find food in the woods, and I'm learning to trade for milk and yeast and such.

Equius doesn't have to learn these things. His family has servants who do it all for them. No wonder he's always a bit baffled by the tea kettle.

7 August 1638

It's too hot. I don't like it when it's like this. I feel like I'm going to boil away in the heat. Meulin hardly needs to boil bandages in this kind of heat-just leave them outside. I don't really understand the point of boiling them but Meulin says it's important to keep them clean. She knows what she's doing.

8 August 1638

Meulin hasn't noticed her favorite skirt gone missing yet, which is good. I've been putting the little flowers our herbs and plants in Mama's old garden put out. Little yellow one and the big white ones and all that, with leaves in between them. Meulin likes pretty clothes, and I want to give her something beautiful for her birthday.

9 August 1638

Equius doesn't understand what I'm doing for my sister. He says I could just buy her something, and I had to explain to him that that's not the point. I want to show Linny I love her and I'm doing it by making something for her. Equius said I could buy something for her because it would show I know what she likes. I know I could, but it feels more meaningful to make something.

I know we have different ways of going through life. I hope he understands mine, since I'm trying to understand his.

10 August 1638

I read another book about plants today. Mama organized the library pretty well, but not perfectly, so sometimes I find a book I'd like to read where I didn't expect it.

I don't know where all these books came from. Some are gifts among our mama's old family, from before Linny and I knew her, but most of them don't seem to be from anywhere. Our mama said that before her and before her mother-in-law, her mother-in-law's aunt and uncle owned the house. I suppose they put the library together.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

11 August 1638

We made a lovely stew today. I wrote down the combination of vegetables and herbs we used so we can make it again.

12 August 1638

Meulin said she's going to invite her friends over on her birthday. I suppose I'll excuse myself to the woods with Equius and Aradia and Tavros and Terezi. I like her friends well enough but they're not my friends and they're all grown up. I'm not. I don't want to be, yet. I think there's a reason we're not adults until a certain age. I want to be a child a little while longer.

13 August 1638

I don't know what we're going to do on our mama's birthday. I'm not sure I'll see anyone except Meulin. We may just sit at home with tea and cry a little.

14 August 1638

Equius is worried about me. He's not terribly clever about people, but he can tell when I get sad about Mama. One day I'll bring him to see her grave and maybe he'll understand about how she's gone and it's going to be a long time before I can be alright with that.

Maybe September. Some time it doesn't hurt so badly.

15 August 1638

Meulin's birthday was today! I gave her the skirt in the morning with our breakfast and she grinned so big I thought she might hurt her cheeks.

"It's beautiful, Kitty."

"Thanks, Linny."

"I was wondering where this skirt went."

"You could have asked!"

"I thought I lost it," she admitted. Meulin loses things in a way I don't.

"Well, here it is. It's all flowers from Mama's garden."

"Oh," she said softly, the way she does when she's pleased and surprised. "Kitty, it's beautiful."

"Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

"Of course I like it! You made it for me."

I'm glad Linny likes it when I make things for her. I try to be a good sister, since she worries so much about me. She is a good sister, when she remembers to be.

16 August 1638

My friends and I all sat in the clearing with the pine tree in the middle today and talked about what we'd do when we grew up. I'm going to keep doing my embroidery, of course. I can also knit fancier things than most people. My blanket looks like it was woven, and I'm quite proud of that. Equius wants to invent things. Sollux said he's going to be a farmer and Tavros said he'll keep cattle, and of course Aradia wants to keep sheep. Aradia likes sheep.

Kanaya wants to be the midwife like Meulin. I said Meulin would surely teach her since I don't want to be the midwife, but Kanaya said she won't have time for a little while because of her sick aunt. Her aunt Barbara's been sick for a very long time, long enough that she moved here from the city, and Porrim and Kanaya are supposed to take care of her while her mother and father work. I think Kanaya said her father has three sisters, but I only recall two aunts. I suppose the third is dead, and it seems rude to ask.

Terezi wants to be a lawyer, and Vriska a pirate. Of course. Neither of them really know what they want to do, yet, but their families are of high enough status that they won't need to do anything when they grow up. They'll be the women of the house. It really won't suit either of them. I rather hope they find something to do.

And Karkat! He wants to be a writer. He didn't say much else, just that of course he'll farm like the rest of the family but if he has time he might write some. When he learns.

He doesn't know how to read and write! I must teach him.

17 August 1638

I think it will take some time to ask Karkat if I can teach him to write. Partly because I doubt his pride would allow it, but mostly because I am much too frightened to ask. It is very hard to ask Karkat if we can spend time alone together, and I can't right now.

18 August 1638

Meulin was all in a tizzy today and when I asked her, she said Kurloz wants to marry her.

"Of course he does," I said.

She went terribly red. "I'm sorry?"

"He's always looked at you that way. He's been sweet on you since forever. Of course he wants to marry you."

"Oh! Well. Um. It won't be until you're old enough-eighteen, at least."

I felt a little bit surprised, but then, she does feel responsible for me. And I'm glad she's going to be around while I keep growing up. I'm not done yet.

19 August 1638

Equius refuses to go swimming but he'll sit with me with his bare feet in the creek, even in his britches and coat. He wears proper clothes most of the time, even though it would be easier for him to wear more comfortable farming clothes. I dress like all the other common folk which makes it easy for me to take off my shoes, too, and put my feet in the creek when it's warm.

I think the summers are growing colder.

20 August 1638

I don't know what we'll do on our mama's birthday. She should be forty-three. I don't want to remember it but I know I will.

22 August 1638

I didn't do much of anything today. Neither did Linny. We sat in the library together and I picked at the hem of my skirt. Meulin cast on a hat but didn't do more than three rows. I tried to work on my embroidery but didn't, really.

I normally can do things for hours in a way Meulin can't, but today neither of us could do anything.

23 August 1638

Yesterday was our mama's birthday and today Meulin did her work in the village and I weeded the gardens and practiced hunting and spent time with my friends. And tomorrow we will do what we do every day again, and it keeps going.

Onwards, then.

25 August 1638

Equius asked me today if I'm going to get married someday.

"I suppose I will."

"Don't all women?"

"Well, most everyone does." I thought for a moment. "But I do have things I want to do."

He makes a strange face when he thinks.

"Do all women think that way?"

"Do all women think what way?"

"That they have things they want to do."

"I suppose so. All the women I know do."

He thought again, for a while.

"Don't men want to do things, too?" I asked.

"I do," Equius said. "All the men I know do, as well."

"I suspect we all want to do things with our lives," I said, and we sat in quiet for a while and thought it over.

26 August 1638

Meulin's new hat is double-ribbed and made of a really love shade of green. I ought to make a new pair of mittens. I'll need some lighter weight yarn, though.

28 August 1638

There are plenty of days where nothing particularly interesting happens. It's quite nice. Today was one of those, and so was yesterday, and I'm glad.

29 August 1638

The harvest has been bad this year. The summers are growing colder. It's a very good thing that Meulin and I can hunt.

31 August 1638

I don't have nightmares as often anymore, but I had the nightmare last night about being back with Linny and my old parents, so hungry I couldn't think at all. I dreamed I was alone and hungry and empty and Linny wasn't there and neither was Mama and it hurt so bad.

I ate too much today, and Linny noticed, but she didn't say anything. She does it, too, sometimes. We're both hungry, still.

1 September 1638

It is far too much of a hassle to keep writing every day. I've been trying to, but I think for now I will save it for when something important happens. And then I won't use so much paper.

5 September 1638

It's harvest season. For the past four days, Meulin and I have been preserving food from our garden as well as a lot of the meat we catch. She worries we won't have enough, because we help feed people who don't have enough when it gets cold. And the harvest wasn't as good this year for the farmers. Meulin and I grow little enough that we don't see the huge losses of crops like some people do, and it's our job to take care of people, so we always store extra food.

I like harvest time. It feels very warm and comfortable to be in a house full of our stored food and the smell of preserves.

7 September 1638

I don't see my friends as much during harvest time. We all need to be home, helping our families prepare for winter. Well, most of us, anyways. Terezi's and Vriska's families don't do as much in the way of preparation, and Equius's family has servants that do all that. He comes to my home sometimes, and I like to see him when I can, but he understands I'm very busy.

Well, he doesn't, but he tries to, and that counts for a lot, I think.

13 September 1638

Sollux's brother is going to marry Terezi's sister soon. They both think their older siblings are being absurd about it, but I think it's sweet. I'd love someone to be so excited about marrying me. Frankly, it would be nice to have anyone so excited about me at all. Equius is always happy to see me, but never really excited. And Meulin spends about half the time happy to see me and half the time irate and pretending she's not.

She thinks I can't tell. I wish she wouldn't pretend.

16 September 1638

It's much better writing less often. I think this is much better.

Today my friends and I went into the woods and piled up leaves to jump from the trees into. I know where all the best climbing trees are, and the big pine tree in the middle of the clearing by the creek is the perfect place for such things.

Equius insisted he was "too dignified" for such things. He can certainly be silly when I let him! But I didn't let him, so he climbed up the tree with us and balanced on some of the higher branches, sitting closer to the trunk than is strictly necessary.

Karkat and Sollux don't come and play as often. I wish they would.

20 September 1638

I'm not sure where I would even start teaching someone to read and write. I don't remember much about our old home, although Meulin says we had a tutor. I remember it, of course, but not as well as once we were away and our mama started caring for us.

I sat down today with some books and tried to think about how I'd go about teaching someone to read, and I realized I don't have the faintest idea. Mama had these cards with images, but I don't know where those are anymore. I don't think I can ask Meulin. She'd get all upset about our mama's privacy or she might just cry when she's alone and she thinks I can't hear.

23 September 1638

Today we all played a game, Aradia and Tavros and Terezi and Vriska and me. I tried to get Equius to join, but it didn't work this time. It doesn't always.

Anyways, we spent all day in the woods, a break from harvest work, and hid from each other in the whole forest. I'm very good at hiding, partly because I mostly wear green and brown, but mostly because I know the woods better than anyone, even Linny.

I'm glad we ran away. Well, I'm glad Linny came back for me. I'm not sure what I would've done if she hadn't.

27 September 1638

Meulin and I are almost done with the harvest work. It will be good to rest a little when it's done, although Meulin doesn't really rest much. She just does something else.

This winter I'm going to sit down and get better at my embroidery and knitting. I started today. I cast on a sock and it's going to have a nice toe if I have anything to say about it. Our mama taught me how to toe socks, but I'm still not very good at it. I'm also learning how to knit little cats stuffed with fabric scraps, maybe for Button to play with. Button likes to sit on my lap when I work or read, and it'd be nice to have a toy for her.

I like having a cat. She's very soft.

30 September 1638

Harvest is mostly done. Now my friends and I can spend as much time together as we like, save all our usual chores. So, not terribly much time, but enough. Always enough.