Against my better judgment I am going over to George Rowe’s party tonight.
Everyone is out of sorts with the news of conscription. I’m sure to be called up. Most likely Lowrie too. I doubt Shannon will get called. Martin Blecher is an American, so he’ll get called up in Buffalo. It’s a sorry thing to see an American vacationing avoiding the call-up while the locals are.
It was raining earlier in the day. It’s warmer now but the weather hasn’t promised to clear up yet. It may rain again later in the night. I can see a light at the Trainor cottage. Nobody is expected there but Hugh may have come up for work.
The sun just came out. It’s brighter but the clouds are still thick by the horizon.
I don’t have much here. I don’t have much at all.
I’ll change my socks before I go over to George’s. They smell.