1752 November 24 (Friday). The morning bright, and the whole Earth round us in its Winter White. As to me although I am not able to dress my Self in my upper Cloths, yet I thank God I feel so well in my Stomach and am able to read, write, Study, go to the Door; and So far look after my Affairs. My Confinement however, gives me many Disappointments. May I have the Grace to exercise the Patience call’d for!