7:0.
Down to supper. Ate it, but without much relish. I am off my feed to-day.
7:15.
Ate kittens’ supper. But I do wish they would not give them that eternal fish. I am getting sick of it.
7:16.
Sick of it in the garden.
7:25.
Nasty feeling of lassitude comes over me, with loss of all initiative, so I decide to take things quietly, and lie down by the kitchen fire. Sometimes I think that I am not the dog that I was.