Sunday, 11 December, 1864

Quite an inclement day, all remained at home except myself. I rode to Zion and Hardie accompanied me in the carriage. Bake superintended dinner. We called by Ju’s and sat an hour or two. – – All sat in my chamber and sang before retiring. – – The wind blew a perfect hurricane tonight and turned so cold. Killed several geraniums in the chamber. I was so sorry. I certainly expected to hear from Bill today, but no intelligence at all.