Monday, December 31, 1928
The last day of 1928 is or was not at all a cheerful one. Rainy, cold, and windy. I went out for a few minutes walk in the rain and a couple of times for mail, but n.g. There has been nothing else to do but read. I read a book yesterday and about 35 pages of Les Miserables and 340 pages of a fiction book today. Have been nibbling on bread, stuffed dates, fudge, and oranges for the last five hours. It has been a quiet day. A gang of coal-heavers with their noise-makers paraded all around in the rain this noon singing this Spanish song I’m going to learn. There is a gang parading about in Main St. now singing it—in the rain. Three minutes more of 1928.