Sunday March 9, 1941

I went to church, helped with dinner, took a walk, carried wash water, made yeast and cake. It has been very windy but the sun shone. I've washed dishes till I'm almost black in the face. I churned a little. Weydell and Robert are here. I am lonesome for somebody. Well a hard day ahead tomorrow. Must get some rest. I'm so tired I ached now. But I won't complain as long as mom's improving.